An honest, poignant piece about the onset of my mental health battle.
We were just buds
In the flower of one’s youth
& we did our best
To follow our truth
This poem was written when i was truly in the depths of despair, mired very deep in my addiction and really struggling to see a way out!
There is no calm in the storm….
This is one gift that I cannot take
I will not sign on the dotted line
please return to sender
An iron oxide
usually red like blood
formed by the redox reaction of iron and oxygen
in the presence of water or air moisture
Suddenly it wasn’t the beginning anymore
There was weed and cigarettes and alcohol galore…
It is a winding path
Riddled with potholes
I am alice….
I plummet like a rock
I hear a constant clock
Sadness is cold
I imagine death is too