A while back, I posted a poem entitled “Questions“. Since then, I’ve written some ‘answers’.
I’m fine and doing well.
Uh, recovering but slightly better.
I won’t forget about hell.
You know there’s always something else.
I’m left with invisible scars.
As day and night bleed into one.
I can reach the moon—see the stars.
Fear is a weapon versus weakness.
I’m free from my mind.
If that’s what you want.
I have learned to be kind.
Let’s stay, let’s compromise.