Flower Buds-Skylar's Story
She said:
'I live sometimes on the Bitter Edge
and peer out,
stretching my arms;
I'll never really jump
but
the abyss below
excites me.
Then
I withdraw
retreating from the Leap
to be
that quiet me,
reserved.
I live sometimes and sip
hatefulness
because I have become used to it;
It's my familiar brew.
I am sometimes all alone;
its part of my identify now.
I wonder tremblingly
how I can re-trace
my steps
back to what
some have
called my Old Happy Self.
The Edge is pain.
I understand it's so;
so pain now seems stronger
than that scant happiness in my past.
This war rages;
Edgeness and Past Happiness
both ooze into my consciousness
at odd hours.
I feel them in the 3am Struggle Hour
where Edge makes the surge
and Happiness cowers
where Happiness sometimes
dissolves
surging Edge demons
who sulk and retreat
making promises
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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