The meaning of true courage. ❤
First attempt
Fourteen
Future uncertain
Past unkind
Why go on
When there is nothing here
To call my own
Second attempt
Seventeen
Failure to recover
From past sins
An unforgiving self
Critical to the end
Wishing only for
Peace of mind
Third attempt
Twenty-eight
Seated before
Photos of
Loved and lost
Dark basement
Rope taut
Journey music on repeat
May they find me as I feel
Cold and alone
Only the written word
To carry my name
Fourth attempt
Days later
No room to breathe
No space
No call my own
Ruin strewn with
Best intentions
Out cold
Hours on end
Wake to
Pounding confusion
Tears fall
Failure clear
And now
A new attempt
To live
For new horizons
With intent
With purpose
To love without restraint
To give without expectations
To wake and seek
A day without
Empty voices
To take
What was never owned
A crime
Or a…
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Emerging From The Dark Night 
Thank you once again for the reblog; I truly hope that someone may read this who is in a similar place to where I have been and knos that there is still hope for a future… There is still and always will be love.
I would love to set up a collaborative page where we could help those feeling this way. It is really only those who have been through it who know the territory, such as you. I have never made a conscious attempt on my life although I have contemplated it more times than I could name and as you probably know both of my sisters made attempts, so I learned a lot from them what NOT to do. But my addiction was a kind of self silencing and sabotage so I feel strongly we need to reach out to help those who struggle and are so sorely in need of a light in the darknes.. Once again thank you for sharing so honestly.
That is such a great idea… I would love to contribute to such a page, as I know others would as well. I agree that there are so many who could benefit from hearing the experiences of others, and the hope that goes beyond.
I wonder how we could go about it? Maybe we could write a blog calling for ideas.