Life
The battles that I
endure are seemingly
imaginary
to the worlds eye
but when you you
finally see
get a glimpse
a first sight
you would see the
things I battle
when my mind is not
right
How do you explain
that you have
searched to find
refuge
though the places
you have searched
have left you more
lost than before
I have looked
through God, music
and meditation
The answer seems to
be a magical Doctor
with a miracle
medication
I feel as though I
am just waiting to
catch my break
I drop my lives
mirror in
overwhelming
anticipation
for the broken
pieces to appear
So I can attempt at
reconstructing my
jigsawed life
Back to what I
remember
The only fear I have
is as mirror drops
the pieces just
vanish
nothing left
an empty canvass.
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