Moving On
In your eyes I am my illness; it’s all that you can see
I lack the courage that is needed to take root and grow me
Is it my bipolar disorder or anxiety that you fear?
That keeps you holding on so tight, you’re strangling me my dear
I’m grateful for your care while I convalesced
In your eyes you need to heal me, but I just needed rest
Feeling like half a person with you lying in your bed
I must be moving on from you, I know I’m being led
In your eyes the sickness is the only reason
You’re reminded of my brokenness and of all my demons
When I’m with you in nothingness my voice doesn’t make a sound
I secretly share myself with strangers when you’re not around
I cannot be my best with you and stand on my own feet
I must find my own meaning, I have challenges I must meet
I’m busting out; I’m breaking free of the doubts that have holds on me
I’m taking all my baggage; it’s time I set us free
Copyright © Christine Costello | Year Posted 2014
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