Poetry

[Free Spirit]

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Goodbye, I think

I’m in control. I think.

The doctor told me take these pills and read these books and I’ll be
A Ok, but I always lacked faith in people who always wanted me to come back for more of something that wasn’t sex or money.

I lacked the patience and quit them on my own, saying goodbye and good riddens. Just like that, my life turned upon its skull and yet again, I said good bye.

Good bye to friends who I’d known since childhood.
Good bye to stability.
Good bye to reality.

At times it felt akin to flying a fighter jet. Birds whizzing past, chirruping the world as they know it in their own language juxtaposed with sub zero temperatures coating the winds as I flew through a sky chock full of clouds made of the atmospheres tears and came out unscathed.

The only problem was I never refueled, and what goes up must come down. Come down I did.

I crash landed into an abyss of savagery, of sickness and loneliness.
Everything of mine came full surface.
And I saw for the first time.

So I said goodbye.

To pain.
To suffering.
To being a victim.

Now the only things I know to be true are this: my fate is in my own hands.


And that I am in control. I think.