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Perhaps my vascular flora is returning
with the wind sweeping away my feet
and I can look at the sun again
without feeling the scorching heat.
Perhaps I can fight my battles with yours
to again prove I’m worth peace
while boxing my chaotic thoughts
to force these tornadoes to cease.
Perhaps I can clear one notion up:
these words are strictly about me
and all the things I say about you
despite your pseudo-apathy.
Perhaps I write with empty heart,
its blood a vantablack sea,
yet I feel blessed it pulses not
by lust and pride and greed.
Perhaps my vascular flora is returning
with the wind sweeping away my feet
and love will love my mind again
and freeze its warmth like sleet.
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It's been a short while since I uploaded a poem, so I created one pretty quickly as a sort of thought-dump about recovery. I enjoy my combination of nature and weather imagery with internal/cardiovascular imagery, so I hope readers take a liking to it, too. I also hope people who needed a poem about recovery get that vibe here. Thank you!