You will never be whole.
That is the price for living
Life through other's eyes.
Imagination...
Endless possibility,
Self-inflicted pain.
"You'd risk all," She asked.
"For something as frail as love?"
"Willingly," I said.
Fleeting is joy's flame.
For the dangers of the dark
Aren't forgotten long.
Perhaps I would cry
If tears could ignite embers
and set hearts ablaze.
I know that to you
I am as meaningless as
the words on this page.
If we saw ourselves
Through each-other's eyes, would we
Finally know peace?
Yes, you are afraid.
Embrace your fear; discover
what it means to live.
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What it Means to Live and other poems
PoetryAn anthology of poetry based on my experiences with mental health, invisible illness, identity, and my journey of self acceptance and recovery. This book includes the following collections: Section1: What it means to live - Poetry looking at the hig...
