Catharsis

Relief comes through not giving up

I thought my catharsis was death,

slowly falling into a hole of darkness

rotting against soil

that would bring life again,

giving up eternity to be happy

for one single second

I thought death would bring me closer

to peace.

Six feet under sounded like

an inevitable place

found too early by my fate

of unhappiness within

tired eyes and cracking bones

it was too late to turn back

from the future I was building myself

with glass and dirt. 

I thought relief would come

right after the pain

left my body,

singing songs of who I used to be

but destroyed in order to be whole again,

memories of what could have been

but became impossible when I chose

to look for release

in a damaging 

damning place. 

Instead,

I found catharsis 

in killing who I was at the time

and becoming someone new,

painting a picture of rebirth

and taking it out on the page

instead of my skin,

looking beyond an inevitable demise

and seeing light. 

I found catharsis

within myself,

begging to be created new

in the image of someone

that was happy

and believed it. 

Reviews

[Pete]

wonderfully deep and enlightening. there is a lot that can be taken from this ... :)

"There is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself." - Thoreau