Painful Painted Leaves

Opening myself to all things beautiful...I find you

Finally I see a sparkling light shining on my royal purple in sky blue, a metaphoric break through.

That dark place I stayed, I convinced self that peace doesn't live here anymore, didn't exist beyond my front door.

You kept my breath so I could breathe far away, reversed a rhythm that we once tried to play.

I almost gave up, like comedian Tracey Morgan, my comedic laughter crashed physically and turned to angry tantrums...storming.

You will battle depression through this pain and just want to lock the door. Throw all your intellectual degrees out the window while literally falling on the floor. Life as we knew it becomes a boring chore.

No more career, just migraines and no distinction between midnight and time zoned mornings. Hoping and praying they one day find a cure.

I almost let this disability, this walker and neck screws define who I am now, coasting along the shore of your mental by telling me, love doesn't love or flatter me anymore.

I would never again paint leaves, hold your hand, see the passion in your eyes, or hear birds dancing on my heart. My brain became this pain but it lied as I just wanted to be left alone to just die, listening to my beautiful moans.

Im stiff but still here receiving your overflow. My body moves, it just moves different though. Fighting to hold on until you guide me toward a new intro.

Pain unbearable like a grim suicidal death, instantly chronic pain bares witness growing slow.

Praying tomorrow It won't ever returns, just leave...burn in a wet storm, but it never goes away. So still I fight with emotions every single day. I know Im worth it not to quit, even when hit at my core, I have a need to spit poetic flaws. Francine Pruitt ( Naturaleepoetic)