Recovery by Andrea Smith

One day you will get untangled.
One day you will wear tights without holes and eat wholemeal rolls.

One day..
you will be ok…

You’ll know whose bed you woke up in.
You won’t choke
on their version of ‘love.’

One day you will find kindness,
not love blindness.
One day you will wake up lighter,
not stoned after an all nighter.
One day your hair will be groomed,
your mortgage paid,
sleepy bedroomed,
a real bed made,
not crammed with that huge Fail.
You won’t smell of betrayal.

One day you will look people in the eye without your story resting like a lie
on your back.
One day you will be older than them.
One day you will be bolder than them.

One day you won’t stand so alone,
so vulnerable and free
With only shadows for company.
One day you won’t close your eyes to tears,
your pillow won’t ignore your fears.

One day…
One day. ..
But let’s face it..you’ll never be fucking normal.

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