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Unfortunately.
Let me drip this pen into the darkness of my mind.
What interesting details are to be discovered, unmined?
It is a process of unearthing why I have a penchant for pain.
The misery, the dirt, the unearthing again.
Let me bleed from my lungs all the songs I've sung and all the ones undone.
Because it can get dark over here in the corners of my mind.
But a little more peace with less resistance to what is would be more than just fine.
© Tandi Thomas
#poem #poetrycommunity #mentalhealth
What interesting details are to be discovered, unmined?
It is a process of unearthing why I have a penchant for pain.
The misery, the dirt, the unearthing again.
Let me bleed from my lungs all the songs I've sung and all the ones undone.
Because it can get dark over here in the corners of my mind.
But a little more peace with less resistance to what is would be more than just fine.
© Tandi Thomas
#poem #poetrycommunity #mentalhealth
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