Trigger warning ! ⚠️ ⚠️ Innuednos of suicide
My blankets were sopping wet
from mopping the constant spill of tears,
as like a monsoon in India.
I kept moving forward,
often, through the rain and raging storms.
Days are becoming more clear.
Time that usually was fleeting is returning.
I was chronically confused.
My frustration becoming contagious.
It became all too much
when my most daunting demon
glared me down, in MY own home.
I stood my ground
and called for help all at the same time.
I didn’t let him take my life,
didn’t choke my flame.
I’m alive.
Alive




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