Healing

Healing

A Poem by Miss Shea

I’m facing myself

Alone...

Unarmed…

Fighting to right

All of my wrongs

I see the truth

How pathetic I am

Banging on Death’s doorway

Wishing away hell

I hear my cry

The whispered screaming

Begging release…

Relief…

My own fear

Is choking me now

I’m drowning …

I’m dying…

I want out.

All but tasting

The freedom I want

Away from this life

Out of the dark

Forever I’ve feared reality

But I can’t anymore

I’m trying so hard

To light my dying world

To escape from the night

And mend my broken heart

But no method seems to work

And nobody seems to care

It is myself I will rely on

To ease the relentless pain

For a while I will suffer

Until the sun shines

Chasing away the storm

And bringing clearer skies

 

© 2008 Miss Shea


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Miss Shea
Miss Shea

Burlington, NC



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