faceless person

Battles in My Head

Another piece I wrote about depression - pretty sure in 2016. Slightly modified.

Person standing on edge of dark cave, looking out at ocean

The Hardest Thing About Being Chronically Ill

It's not the physical pain.

Where Shadows Sleep

  I am a pile of carbon, buried deep In the hidden vaults of earth, Where shadows sleep. The magma burns me - Peeling at my skin, my face. And when its work is done, There shall not be a trace Of the piece I was before. Isolated, nameless, In this massive pile of stone, …

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