About isolation

It becomes very easy, when you isolate yourself, to believe that people won’t understand you, that they couldn’t possibly comprehend what you are feeling.

And perhaps they won’t, you know? Perhaps they won’t be able to entirely understand what’s in your mind or your heart. But, if they are willing to listen, it means they are willing to see; so show them, show the people around you how you feel, how you hurt.

Let yourself be seen!

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Light-a poem

My brokenness in parts

Is spread across this mattress,

It is hidden in the corners

Of this empty house and

I am breathing very slowly:

One is in and two is out;

I’m exhaling all the poison

And I’m inhaling the light.

As I sit, curled up in bed,

Time begins its slow progress.

I can hear it in my head,

I can see it in the darkness.

A shining outside the window,

From a rupture in the sky,

Makes the dust sparkle like silver

And it colours me in light.

Past beyond the midnight hour,

I’m now past the aching,

And I open like a flower,

I’m reborn in a new morning.

At the dawn of my tomorrows,

I’ll still bloom even despite

Of the bitterness of sorrow

And I’ll grow into the light.