and in the end
it wasn't medicine, or the therapy
the journaling, or the poems
it was you
you were my medicine
and though you didn't make it
to the end of my story
i'll always remember
every page
that you lived on.
YOU ARE READING
Fellchaser
PoetryFellchaser /fehl-ch-acer/ A long-forgotten or suppressed event from your past that could reappear at any time and rip your life apart; that every day, you carry its burden unable to explain it out of fear, regret, or shame - leaving you to wonder if...
