Exhibitions

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Learning what it means to want to live
Poem

It’s been a while since
I last wrote
It’s been a while since
I stripped off my clothes
And bore my naked soul
Since I last sat down with my thoughts
Under the full moon skies
And prayed to God
To let me go

 

It’s been a while since
I last spoke
With the voices inside my head
About my worth
And how I’ll always be less
And unloved
It’s been a while since
I last spoke
About the things that hurt
And make me bleed
The things that engulf me whole
And make me want to leave

 

It’s been a while
Since I last spoke
About the pain
That made a home
For itself inside my bones
The pain that left me
Weak
And breathless
And close to the very edge

 

It’s been a while
Since I last broke
And for the first time
In what feels like years
I no longer mind being awake and here
For the first time
Breaking
Hurting
Bleeding
No longer feels like me
They no longer feel like home

 

It’s been a while
Since I last broke
And welcomed my depression home
And for the first time
I no longer ache for it
Nor do I crave
Its highs and lows
I no longer miss the sadness
Or the rotten feelings
Of guilt and nothingness
That come with it
I no longer want to cuddle it
And make love to it

 

It’s been a while
Since I last wrote
About how I fell in love with it
And made love to it
About how I never saw
A life after it

 

It’s been a while
But I’m finally here
Or at least as close as I can be
To being okay
And awake and here

 
I’m finally here
Learning to accept
That I too deserve to live
Learning
What it really means to want to live.

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