My breakdown poem.

I’m no poet. But this is what I wrote after my latest breakdown a couple of weeks ago. I don’t know if it makes sense but it did at the time.

Raging tears.

They rise.

Like a flooded river.

They destroy all in their path.

They engulf.

The rain stops.

There’s no more food for the flood.

It recedes.

The destruction remains.

The aftermath.

The recovery.

The destruction remains.

Who have I drowned?

Who did I fill up with hateful words?

I sunk you myself.

Life must go on.

With one less person.

The destruction remains.

The flood will rise again.

Can you swim?

Brave the current.

It will recede.

It is not purposely destructive.

Even though it remains so.

Misunderstood.

Peace.

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