In Murky Water

Beneath the murky water,
she stares up at me.

Her deceptive comfort
lures me in.

It’s all become so difficult,
I scream.
Tears forcing from the corners of my eyes.

I know,
she whispers,
Let it out.

Everything I’ve bottled up;
held it deep down inside
it burns in my chest.

I know her game.
I shouldn’t let her in,
This queen of lies

But she is here.
There is no one else.
No one hears my screams.
No one else sees my pain.

Beneath the murky water,
she stares at me.
I’ve spilled my secrets to her
once again.

Photo Credit: ** RCB ** Flickr via Compfight cc



M.L. Flickinger

Aside from writing, Melissa is an advocate for mental health and wellness – fighting against the stigma of mental illness. Focusing on mindfulness, anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder, OCD, eating disorders, ADHD, addiction, PTSD, emotional abuse, domestic violence, trauma, and recovery.

She has a slight (okay, huge) obsession with coffee and all things pumpkin.

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