Heal the Pain – a poem about……….
I asked a simple question how do I end the suffering? Answers and suggestions were varied so, I tried them all in the hope of freedom.
Religion was full of lies and false promises. Too many pills in one go made me sick blades made a Sickly red mess none of which helped to heal the pain.
So I hid in shadows by day and night wearing my victims mask at all times convincing myself that there would be an end blinding myself with false hope.
Speaking and listening became a thing that I connected with despite caution reality mixed with duality until I finally found some sense and calm.
I’m not fixed by any means yet, the days are far brighter than before now I no longer choose such desperate measures in my attempts to heal the pain.