I have withstood the storms
Hells, yet to be born
I’ve withstood
dark waters of remorse
Slashing me
skin to bone
Pulling me down
again and again
To drown
again and again
I’ve stared into the mirror
of who I am
undead eyes
sliced open wide
to all my inabilities
gutted bleeding inside
Seeing who I was not
Whom I forgot
Always wishing
I’d never looked within
Dying to be struck blind
once again
Until I finally knew,
in the stone cold
silence of emptiness
standing still
in deepest hell
an abyss
of noone
nowhere
of nothingness
~
I found the Truth
I saw the sun
I am the sin
the undone
complete, unwhole
yet begun
I am the beauty behind every cloud
I am the light peering
beneath death’s shroud
I am the storm
~
©justagirllost2 ~ Monique
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