i am better now. sam popped over last night and sat w me:)
and today was good, and i ran and laid out, and have done no busy things since i got home. its 8. feels good.
and i want this poem to reflect me. i allow warped perception and sleep to overcome me too often.

it was cold inside,
i had no control, every limb
was shaking

my perception was warped,
i was falling down
with my hands
tied behind my back

until you spoke.

harsh words that snapped
me back into reality,
out off the fiction inside my head

it was an alien perspective;
having my eyes open at last
but i did not feel as if i were drowning anymore

so i chose,
i chose not to sleep
until i had a sense of my heart again

not to sleep until i had
reconnected with my honesty
and once i had immersed myself
into my soul
i emerged on the other side clean, reborn

for the first time in many months
i found peace
and i discovered that change
does not necessarily mean end

it can be the beginning or re-directing
that allows growth

to occur


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--cyra dumitru

i always ask God for the harsh words so i dont have to listen as closely .

after typing this out, i desire to be able to say these things truely. first- person.