The Darker Side of Poetry
The Healing Bridge
I sit curled and hidden under my bridge
My place to think, my comfort dwelling
To calm myself from unsympathetic panic and anxiety
My untouchable place, a place to ponder
Restoring my body, mind and chaotic sensory perception
I remain invisible under my healing bridge
Restoring my psychoanalytical brain process
To a more level orientation
Damage limitation quietly undoing
The blackened anxiety and panic which mocks
Slowly fading to manageable levels
My healing bridge is a lonely figure
Of which I can identify
Cold stone and clinical metal
A depressing site to some
To me it is like a medicine or magic pill
Which takes my negative poisons away
The bridge will be around long after I have gone
I hope my healing bridge gives comfort to a troubled someone
And can help take their pain away
My place to think, my comfort dwelling
To calm myself from unsympathetic panic and anxiety
My untouchable place, a place to ponder
Restoring my body, mind and chaotic sensory perception
I remain invisible under my healing bridge
Restoring my psychoanalytical brain process
To a more level orientation
Damage limitation quietly undoing
The blackened anxiety and panic which mocks
Slowly fading to manageable levels
My healing bridge is a lonely figure
Of which I can identify
Cold stone and clinical metal
A depressing site to some
To me it is like a medicine or magic pill
Which takes my negative poisons away
The bridge will be around long after I have gone
I hope my healing bridge gives comfort to a troubled someone
And can help take their pain away
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The Healing Bridge
The Healing Bridge
