Refusing the cure

Refusing the cure

Denying the disease

Pushing all I ever wanted away

Causing my necessary fall

 

Having no outlet for the pain

Blind to all the sacrifices being made

Fighting for what I had hidden

Having only one move left to make

 

My world walked out the door

Leaving the demons free to roam

Working up the cowardice to exit

Sitting down to write my eulogy

 

Overcome with tears of self loathing

Once again walking away from the fight

Racing thoughts holding me hostage

Needing to escape

 

Researching an easy way out

Being saved moments away

“Are you okay”?

Unknowingly saving me once again

 

Needing to reply

Finally letting the words be torn from my soul

Crying as I released the pain

Allowing the blood-letting of my mind

 

Sleepless time of forgotten words

Passing from light into dark two times over

Releasing thoughts not knowing existed

Snapping into reality of time passing by

 

Feeling lighter than before

Scouting for the demon swarm

Smiling at my discovery

Screaming maniacally for no one to hear

 

Enveloped by a long awaited peaceful sleep

Dreaming of a smile

Knowing I would see again

Wanting to exist once more

 

Waking as light passed to dark again

Feeling as if I had won

Reading the jumble of thoughts

Expressions of someone I did not know

 

Identifying rock bottom

Welcoming my rise from its embrace

Gripping the fact the battle was won

Unconsciously knowing the war had just begun

 

Letting years of containment

Releasing pent up emotions once again

Knowing they would come back

Confident in the weapon she had given me to defend

 

A final sacrifice given to heal my pain

Leaving with no other choice

Unknowingly left behind a wound so deep

Forcing me to acknowledge the fight

 

Grabbing words gifted by my muse

Escaping a prison built around me

Hiding no more

Fighting the swarm for her

 

Never doubting a return

Working to cleanse my soul

Hoping she knows that spending eternity apart

Is like learning not to breathe

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For years my wife put up with the monsters and my head, it took her leaving for me to realize writing, good or bad, was a better medicine than any I could be prescribed.  This is about the day I discovered it.  

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