daily prompt · mental health · poem · poetry · recovery · travel

I don’t know when it happened.

I don’t know when it happened.

For years

I crawled through the shit searching

for meaning

for purpose

for answers

an explanation for why I am this way.

Why do I hurt this way?

I thrashed at the bars holding me back

wondering if I built the cage


And yet slowly


I found the key

unlocked the door

kept crawling

and suddenly


is within my


The answer was within me all along.


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