The Unicorn
It's raining today
And, it got cold again
It's actually poetic in the cruelest way
One week ago, I had hoped my life would be made
into the something new
the something removed
from all I've been going through
It didn't happen that way
Nothing new came
except a very clear promise
that this destruction of my life
might never end
not in any way
that finds me saved
My hands shake
Since that day a week ago
Tears are constant
I know I'm on a cusp
I know I'm nearing a bottom
I claw constantly, climb constantly, fight the battle
between him and me
and the one I fight with myself
the one with myself is the hardest, even
as I know I'm on a cusp
rain pouring down on me
cold taking my hope away
me, giving up on me
I try every day
To find ways to save me
Someone said to me, "You are a unicorn."
I had to Google what that means ...
When someone calls you a "unicorn," they are essentially saying
you are unique, special and rare, like a mythical creature,
implying that you possess qualities that are highly valued
and not commonly found in others.
So, there's that
I am on a cusp
of not just giving up on me
but on someone unique
someone others might see as special and rare
a mythical creature
I swear
I try every day
To find ways
to save her
But today
My hands shake and I am cold from the rain ...
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