My head, in a painful fog.
My heart, in an aching war.
Alone, out in the darkness.
This blade within my core
is severing all my joy.
It’s strange to know that I
am my own assailant.
Every twist of this blade
that made me feel vacant,
was initiated by me.
I’m unable to console
the emptiness within,
when I’ve lost all the control
and the will to start again.
If I am my own assailant,
can I be my own amazement?
My own rescue in disguise,
telling me to rise,
and combat all the lies
that I weave within my mind?
If we have the strength to be
our own cruel enemy,
then surely we are strong enough
to rescue and to rise above
the pain we put upon ourself,
replacing it with love.
-Jen Kessler
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Posted on April 12, 2018 by Jen
My head, in a painful fog.
My heart, in an aching war.
Alone, out in the darkness.
This blade within my core
is severing all my joy.
It’s strange to know that I
am my own assailant.
Every twist of this blade
that made me feel vacant,
was initiated by me.
I’m unable to console
the emptiness within,
when I’ve lost all the control
and the will to start again.
If I am my own assailant,
can I be my own amazement?
My own rescue in disguise,
telling me to rise,
and combat all the lies
that I weave within my mind?
If we have the strength to be
our own cruel enemy,
then surely we are strong enough
to rescue and to rise above
the pain we put upon ourself,
replacing it with love.
-Jen Kessler
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