The Words of Recovery
some after the dreamer deceases,
Perhaps this is because the world,
restless and translucent, demands great things
from every individual.
However, the tragic truth remains the same:
some people can't rise high enough
to grasp even the smallest of expectations.
I used to believe I was one of them.
My hallowed bones would quiver in fear
at the thought of failing, of fading,
But Alas! I found my hope again.
One morning, I awoke to the sound
of birds chirping sprightly outside
and to a warm and soft bed;
to thoughts of a poem
that once healed my heart before;
to a poet who, as I, often found
the greatest enemy within her own skin.
I smiled to myself, my hands relaxed,
and I whispered to myself,
"Today, I shall rise."
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