EPIPHANY

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My therapist said to me:

"Write letters about life, then burn them down,

Write them again, and read it once more"

And that is the greatest piece of advice 

I've been given this year,

She says I need to get my life

Back on track and straightened again,

But with nightmares I don't chose to have, and 

Monsters I can't help but hate,

Self-care is a word I've come to loathe,

The four walls of my room is all I have.

I'm never hungry, almost always sad,

My blinded eyes, a haunting past,

Lengths of rope in my hand I yield,

Control and chaos- I crave.

So I started writing about everything I feel,

Burnt them down, and started again.

Took time to myself and got ignored for it-

But pray tell me, how can I work when my head's a mess?

Home doesn't feel like home anymore,

But maybe that's just me, my wounded core,

But just like my therapist told me that day,

I'll keep on writing, and burning again.

Comments

  1. Sahanya FernandoJanuary 29, 2023 at 7:57 PM

    Nice and bold, a topic almost all of us relate and have experienced, but only a few precious souls like you possess the talent and courage to address it
    Again thank you for the piece of art and the message you put forward

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  2. Oshani NirmaniJanuary 30, 2023 at 4:15 AM

    Adding something funny .... if you write something about your life , don't burn them. Just keep them and read after years. I bet you will laugh to death, no matter how serious it was.

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  3. AyeshaniJanuary 31, 2023 at 4:34 AM

    Such a great work 👍❤️👌

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