I am more

I am more
than the bottles of pills
than the shots
than the pain
that tears the day
the night
eats at the edge
of sanity
I am the pain
but I am more
I sit
clad in the closest to nothing
that I can
and still sit safely
by open window
gasping for a breeze
Toes feeling like sausages
Fingers tingle
ice clad tea my companion
am more than my pain
more than my fear
I use my tongue
my words
my dreams
my song
to reach out
to the hurt
to the fear and lonely
know I am not alone
know that if not me
then who
that you
are not alone
that the quiet that you feel
are felt
here too


<< Response to a prompt in a contest in AllPoetry.com>>

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