Thereafter Abyss

Introspection’s rattled –
At last!
I’m free!
Free of dark pleasures
derived from this scarf.
I come from abyss
yet, never come far.

Weak with bruises -
those stumbles,
my falls.
Following whispers
to more empty halls.
Skin’s tattered -
mind broken.

Dormant dreams ‘woken -
sprinting ahead.
Looking has weakened -
defeated, thin-threads.
Too much change -
killing these flowers.
I must wait -
next season…

Thoughts not my own
yet, learned all their names.
Slowly moved in-
accept all I crave.
Wounds become scars,
scars become hard -
mind now has spoken -
become what you are.

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Life after depression.