Facing My Demons 11

hibernatorslibrary Uncategorized March 20, 2018March 18, 2018 1 Minute

With a jolt

the other friend and I grasp hands

and clumsily half-swim to the Gate.

We reach out together

and pain sears through my hand.

Burning as if the Gate were a red-hot iron.

Shooting neuralgic pain

in every nerve of my being.

Shrieks so deafening

blood leaks from my ears.

Ice picks of darkness piercing my eyes

Bitter, tangy acid assaulting my tongue.

I bite.

I swallow and spit.

I choke on my dismembered tongue.

I release the Gate.

It will not open.

Published by hibernatorslibrary

Published March 20, 2018March 18, 2018

Daniela Ark says:

March 20, 2018 at 11:07 pm

yup people don’t often realize but mental illness hurts. Especially depression. neuralgic pain… ugh I know all about it! Great poem! Thank you for sharing it!

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1. hibernatorslibrary says:
  
  March 25, 2018 at 9:49 am
  
  Thanks for reading it. Yes, pain is difficult for many people to understand. Especially chronic pain. It’s hard to imagine what neuralgia would feel like. Sorry you experience it!
  
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