Content to be at odds
With the straight and
narrow lines of expectation
Travelling the rocky
path,
Stubbing my toes along
the way
Facing a waiting and hail-ridden maelstrom
Turning inside through
the narrow
Claustrophobia of my
harsh and endless
Self-absorbed pain
Holding tight to the
apron strings
Of my fragile psyche
As I whirl like a
Dervish
Chanting a prayer to
the crazy comfort of the pain
That is so near and
dear
It cradles and caresses
my wounds with relish
Licking up the flow of
hatred that resides in me
The vicious circular of
doubt and hate
One day is dissipated
By a calm that settles
and separates
Making the meditation
of misery
Split into a vapor of consequence
To flow every which way
and no more
What is left is pure
and stronger for having been worn
Ready for the
simplicity of peace
My recovery
Acceptance
Unhindered
Free
by Elizabeth Hipwell
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