Maybe art would save me

I encounter this daily struggle to somehow wrap the dilemma of my personality into verses
To somehow box my consciousness in words so maybe some day someone would save me from insanity
Or maybe even understand my plight, after all isn’t that the fantasy of lovers with roses and kisses?

I search for happiness in the words that emanate from my eyes
Maybe one day my art will save me just like I saved it from the oblivion of my mind
I don’t expect another human to pull me up from this razor ledge we call life

I strongly suspect one day I’ll wake up and my mind would grow wings
Or maybe my heart would lose all that weight that had been sitting behind my ribs
And I’ll be able to rise from my bed to live with the flaws of my soul, and the cracks growing across my dreams


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