Unexpected Bitter Appreciation

I was dead for a decade

I was living death out

I hated what I knew

With corrosive passion

Because I didn’t express pain

Until it was crushed out through my dense and boney presentation.

I was afraid of what you readers would do.

In the name of what I have, and thus, who you thought I was.

I was afraid of me, because I was taught by so many to see the cracks I bare,

Rather than how to mend what I could.

Or that people have that ability,

And that I could paint the world with the perspective of the things I learned from the unfixable.

It took the slowing of the world,

Illnesses, and a pandemic, to solidify my hard earned truths

at the same time that it held me away from everything that I healed for.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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