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Ending the stigma through poetry
Take off my clothes Do what you may I only ask of you Not to pry into my soul And ask me to stay
I may be stable and in recovery but I once stood where you did my friend. It does get better with time. Keep going. Hold your head high. Stay strong. Much love as always.
I often wonder if I was born during the wrong time period. For I am lost in classical music, Jane Austen’s words and writing poetry in calligraphy.
I promise you one thing. Even after I am long gone and buried, these words I have spoken, will ring out of my grave. They shall remain for eternity.
I refuse to let you get the best of me I shall use this black pen as my weapon To write my story To share with others Of how I overcame everything you did to me However, you did not take this one crucial… Continue Reading “To My Abuser”
I wear this crown As I ride into Albania All rise as I enter the first town I am Queen of the Kingdom called Hypomania Peasants shall bow down From the main street to the fields covered in Zinnia For I have come to… Continue Reading “The Manic Queen”
Let’s set the record straight. Don’t flatter yourself. I’m doing much better without you.
Empathy Poetry 