Leaving the Loss

A poem about the inner life of a neurodivergent addict recovering from mental illness and personal tragedy

Lost stories, villain arcs, apex drops, blood moon falls

Lost face, missing my heart, spiritual blood deck the halls

Insecurities engrave emotional pain’s hieroglyphics into the walls

Apocalyptic fear of the convincing macabre phantom calls

Recovery retracing memories and narratives back to a source

Consolidating personal truths, entertaining schools of thought, finding some type of philosophy to endorse

Transmuting inner chaos into compassionate bodies of water to drink for my winged horse

Manifesting the ethereal flow of happy destiny naturally without brute force

Teardrops dripping down the cheek of my hardened visage intensify into a rain shower

Washing with all of its might the inner demons, a miracle of the higher power

A shimmer of light out in the gloomy ocean of depression, a beacon of hope, assuaging the anxiety, signaling the mighty flood’s final hour

Glimmer do the water droplets waltz on the leaves of a newly blossomed flower