how are youuuuu- be honest <3
and i was just craving cinnamon banana bread yesterday and then i was thinking about recipes and how i need therapy and now here we are LMAO
---
is there a recipe
for healing?
how do you heal
storms beneath skin,
lightning striking at my bones
that splinter and break and cry
without anyone noticing,
tearing me down
from the inside,
because this, this is
anxiety that has worked itself
into dark clouds of chaos
and the acid rain
just pours
like liquid fire from hell,
burns
through the tin roof
i've thrown
over my brain.
please,
this isn't just all in my head—
no, it is, but it hurts.
and, darling, tell me—
how do you heal
the heartstrings i have cut in halves
with the words i wield like weapons
against myself.
i press shaking fingers
against my chest
but my heart has lost its voice,
and without it
it is just an organ
pumping blood,
mindless.
is there a recipe
for healing?
give me precise measurements
and an ingredient list
and a promise of sugar and sweetness
after all the labor.
let me bake myself
in the oven
and hope i finally come out ready
for this world,
because when i came out
of my mother's womb,
crying and flailing—
i was not ready,
only wanting to stay
curled into myself,
eyes shut and unseeing,
buried in muffled quiet
as if i'm beneath
several feet of sea water
and if i look up,
there would be the sun—
protectress and radiance and molten light
the same muted gold as fireflies
and just as miraculous.
when i step out the front door every day,
inhale all the pain and heartache of humanity,
exhale all of my own,
and watch the smoke of this despair
stretch and expand across the sky—
i am still not ready.
tell me
there is a recipe
for healing,
for my heart is still as fragile and sacred and scared
as my first breath.
love,
mari
YOU ARE READING
for the tarnished hearts
Poetrypoetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with...