Dark Place, by Goldie B. | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

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Goldie B.

Dark Place

Dark Place

The sun...
It rises in the morning, waking up the neighborhood with its glory but...

I remain in a dark place.

The sun...
It recognizes that i am mourning... faking my glowing smile even though i have a story to tell that stretches a thousand miles....

I am in a dark place.

The wind, it dances through my scalp as I sit at the park by my lonely... openly scorning the thought of carrying on with such a huge gap in my heart...

I am in a dark place.

The night sky...
It feels my pain, tells me I’m storing depression, rejecting lessons of healing, and burying myself beneath the world that I prioritize before me... I... bring water to the rain, and leave the plants; my soul behind because ive grown quite fond of being in a recession when it comes to peace...

I am in a dark place.

Me...
I long to be sane, and picture myself soaring through different dimensions of love, while pouring into my cup and as it runneth over, I pour into another’s... I dream of perfecting my happiness and butterfly feelings with an ora so loud it rings like a large decorative Christmas wreath... I... crave a bond with intimacy so smooth and silky that it leaves tunes in my brain and colors my expressions... but i feel so stuck...

Please....help me out of this dark place....

This poem was written to describe the (my) true feelings and nature of what it’s like being in a dark place... a dark place that you want to get out of.

#depression #poetry #positivity #selflove

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