Orphan Part Iii

I am going back to the person I was before
That abusive thing I finally fought off
That reflection I clawed
Out of the mirror and choked to the floor

I am digging into my skin again
I am 
Digging down my throat
And every second I am alone
There is the thought
That I cannot
Escape
The hate
That I once fought

I came off the meds and cried for the first 
Time 
Since I died
I felt the entire year melt off my bones
Like the spring that finally came for the snow
I felt love and then I hated

From a depth that you could never know

And now I go
Back
I crack
Off the piece of me
From the mirror
And see

The person that won’t let me be
I see grief 
In an unwinding motif  
I see it in the way
I bleed

The person I tried to make from scratch
Scratched out of the womb
And attached to the wound

And left me wide open;
I left death unturned

And waited for her to return.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Yvonne Avatar
October 24, 2014 at 5:54 PM
You are too important not to do well. The world needs you.
Yvonne Avatar
October 24, 2014 at 9:37 AM
Gorgeous poem. Sad. You know I am here for support or if you just need to talk and you always have my unconditional love. You are so much like me at your age and I worry about you.
Vh Avatar
October 24, 2014 at 5:34 PM
I appreciate it. I will be ok. Somehow school and work are not keeping my mind occupied enough.
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