The wounds sneak up slowly.
The blade and the belt catch you unaware,
On the precipice of the cliff
And the free fall into the churning tides.
.
You don’t recognize the relief you seek.
Is it from the intense sting of your welts?
Or from the powerful current you can never take on?
Or from the pointed rocks that tempt you to end it all….

An Armchair Perfectionist 
Beautiful post, Prajakta 🙂
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Thank you Irene 🙂
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SMiLes Prajakta
Perhaps it is only the
Super Intelligent Among us
Who Suffer the Most in Finding
every Detail
of Life
That
Stings
Far below
above what most
other Folks Experience
of Life now Like holding it all
Together While no one sees us Dying
inside.. Precipice that Life Does Bring Cliff
That No one else Bleeds So Deep Within Wounds
We Feel or Numb that comes after a Deepest Pain
Before
Precipice
Does arrive
and suddenly
Looking down
does not seem
so far fear may
be that
below
is not far enough
to totally work..
For what
Life
Robs
of Us to be..
one Never to see
the Bottom Again..
Sadly i relate from the Distant
Past now hard to imagine i was ever
in this place now so much harder to imagine
before i held on to the Precipice with the Skin of my
Teeth on fire in eyes and ears Where 3 AM Street
Lights were fire of Sun in my Eyes never shutting
never sleeping only going Lower lower
than ever before then.. all i will
say is this
no Doctor
even gave
me a chance
of Return from the
Abyss i proved them
all wrong as well as myself my Friend..
my Mother Said This too shall pass and when
i asked why me she said simply why not You..
i will never
feel
too special
again to die
or live again out of Die..:)
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This is the spirit that holds us together. Thank you, as always, for your insightful words.
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All my Pleasure
As Alway thanks
For Your inspiring
Words..:)
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So much story and feeling in these words making me want to know more.
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Strong imagery here. Conveys a feeling of vertigo.
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