Creative writing about my recovery

[Foresight]

This is something I wrote today about my struggle with recovery. I've never written anything ever, so it's just a really unskilled little thing.

I live each day slipping through the cracks of life
never with enough strength to knock down any walls and let some real light in
I lodge between these tight spaces
and attempt to hide
to be unseen
but they see me
the stones I slip through have scratched and bruised my body
and they see that

and I see them
I look as they not only knock down walls
but take the stones and build stairs
and ascend to places I'll never see
instead I live here between these cracks
with nothing but the dim light of my imagination
that's where I see that my body is getting too bloated to continue to fit
it's bursting at the seams with all that I carry

so I've decided to train
I do so not knowing
if it's to continue to slide through tomorrow's cracks
or maybe, just maybe
to finally have the strength to knock down a wall
and perhaps even build a stair
no, most likely I'll release myself of some of my body
just to be able to slip down into my final space
a place where even the dim light of my imagination is gone

 

[PreussenBlueJay]

In the end we as humans can only accomplish very little. We don't live long and so far we can't really go anywhere (as in, off-planet). It's great that people can knock down walls or windmills or what-have-you, but finding a place that fits and is comfortable ain't bad. Thank you for sharing your writing.

 

[MaskedMan12345]

This is something I wrote today about my struggle with recovery. I've never written anything ever, so it's just a really unskilled little thing.

I live each day slipping through the cracks of life
never with enough strength to knock down any walls and let some real light in
I lodge between these tight spaces
and attempt to hide
to be unseen
but they see me
the stones I slip through have scratched and bruised my body
and they see that

and I see them
I look as they not only knock down walls
but take the stones and build stairs
and ascend to places I'll never see
instead I live here between these cracks
with nothing but the dim light of my imagination
that's where I see that my body is getting too bloated to continue to fit
it's bursting at the seams with all that I carry

so I've decided to train
I do so not knowing
if it's to continue to slide through tomorrow's cracks
or maybe, just maybe
to finally have the strength to knock down a wall
and perhaps even build a stair
no, most likely I'll release myself of some of my body
just to be able to slip down into my final space
a place where even the dim light of my imagination is gone

From the heart.

From the heart.

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