Posting this backdated because just saw it here.
Not for under 18s.
The last time 3 years
Was there a point to it
I wonder.
3 years ago
3 years ago I was ODing daily
I wasn’t eating
I was dancing with
Both life and death
In some ways reminds me
Of what I wrote yesterday
About living with Destruction and Life
As my friends
It was a time I never want to revisit
Now, now what’s different?
I guess some things are
Asides for AH, my ex therapist, no one knew
There was no one in my life
Now, there are people
(I’m scared I missed doing something I committed to do. I really may have and, and I better not have is all I can say).
I guess I’m not suicidal
Which I was then
And I’m more present in the world
If you talk to me, I’m here
I may doubt my reality, my truth
I no longer doubt my existence
Or the existence of the world
Asides for that though
It’s the same
I’m living the dance
Of destruction and life
I can’t give up destruction
Journey to life 
Eliza, thanks for sharing the poem. I am glad it showed up! All the best! Cheryl
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Personally I think-
destruction takes care of itself.
Our job-
keep creating-
(lovingly)
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Hmm. That’s actually a really true thought.
Creating.
Being
Existing
Giving.
Thanks for passing by…
Love, light and glitter
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Your poem has the same highways mine does. I know they are there, just keep a detour road block at the entrance. Take the one with the Sonshine. Not sure if Jesus has been a part in your life, yet He keeps certain exitts closed and His highway clean
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Thanks for passing by Cathy. I’m jewish and don’t follow christianity.
Sending hugs and sunshine
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