Suicide of my former self:

Standing on a hilltop

I suck out my poison

Cracked porcelain

falls and smashes

Memories and actions

float past me on a winter breeze

My wounds were my solace

Now that I'm healed,

there's nothing left to feel

Ombre shades

fill the sky as they leave my soul

Lighter and lonelier

I hug myself


the torment and the fight

In the absence of darkness

there is light