Catharsis
what was seemly inexorable will meet its end
You'd weave a lie with what was true
knowing those half-truths wouldn't tug at your conscience.
That if you rehearsed enough, you'd believe it didn't happen.
You put on an act until it was ready to be faced,
but it'd visit in dreams when ignored in your wake.
Memories and words found it's way back
inflaming your mind.
Letting it control your reactions and running your depression
one too many times.
Those thoughts will echo
as this was the poison they fed your growing bones.
But now, your body and soul need honesty.
Time to undue what was done and know this to be true:
the voice is not you.
Let the daily cycle run its course and correct it at every broken turn
combat the doubts with candor
and one day when the thoughts try to plague your mind
it will have no hold over you.
Let that peace cleanse your body
and may you never have to lie to your mind to get by
ever again.
About the Creator
Amashira
Healing my inner child one poem at a time.


Comments (1)
The pacing is excellent; each stanza unfolds like a layer of realization. You balance introspection and revelation in a way that feels honest and deeply human.