Toxic
A poem on healing
Moving forward
was supposed to feel like relief,
a release years in the making
I was supposed to be free
But as shadows cannot exist
without light and
peace cannot exist
without chaos —
This black mood
will not leave me
Taking it in
like the air I breathe
The residual smog of your cruelty
chokes me — burning my lungs
turning my spirit, charcoal
It’s seeped into my soul
spreading oil across the void,
sowing anguish and distrust
in its wake
Beautiful on the surface
in all its iridescence
But at its core — poison,
settling into the marrow of my bones
Scars on my heart
scream a warning —
Beware lest you fall victim
to the plague, draining empathy
destroying everything it touches