And no-one ever told me how
healing was supposed to feel.
That it would be an anguish
that claws along my ribcage
before it tears me wide open
and lays bare all my ugliness.
That it would be scarves of
pain weaved around my neck
like hands that grip my throat
and leave me fighting for life.
That it would be a wilted body,
exhausted from the relentless
fight against the demons that
wage war upon my beaten soul.
That it would be bloody hands,
blistered and raw from clinging
so tightly to the addictions that
deaden this goddamn torment.
No, no-one ever told me how
healing was supposed to feel.
I didn’t know it would hurt like
barbwire dragged over my skin,
and knives gouged in my heart.
Yet all I know is before I’m able
to full heal, I must allow myself
to fully break.
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