Once You Leave

Published on February 27, 2009 in Abuse, Art Therapy, Emotional abuse, Poetry and PTSD. 0 Comments

This is about her getting out of my head.

I’ll be okay once you leave.

I’ll walk down my own path, once you leave.

I’ll see flowers for what they are, maybe even stop to smell a few

When you’re no longer here over my shoulder reminding me I have no right to breathe.

I’ll be okay once you leave.

F. Mag

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Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers? ~Maurice Maeterlinck

Ah! Sunflower
by William Blake

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

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