I Will Tell You When you are Grown | Children walking in field | Basement of my Brain

I will tell you when you’re grown

I tried to drown this dark thing, drown it in whisky, in wine,
thinking that something so heavy as heavy as it is as heavy as it feels
would surely sink, but it stayed afloat; even as the tide
rose through my veins to flood my head, even as I slurred
it stayed buoyant.
 
I tried to numb it with the pills they gave me and
their promises of calm, but all that came were tremors
and fog that deadened thought, yet didn't kill the dark thing;
still growling through my brain, still burning darkly bright,
rolling my past on its tongue,
and kicking at an unexploded future.
 
now morning finds me with no fight left,
barely awake, barely anything at all.
you creep into my bed, kiss my face,
my opening eyes and heart fill
with the love beaming from you.
how can you be mine you are everything
pure and good and beautiful,
love washes through clean and golden
and puts out the darkness,
lifts the weight, for a moment.
[image | ©WildeArts]

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