Diffraction

These resentments
That sharpen like
Knives
Stuck inside me
Make my vision
Cloudy and
More difficult to see
They stab, wound, and scar
But the light
Rushes in
Illuminating
The darkness
Reminding me
Not to feed it again.
~Amber Comber
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Three of Swords

I refuse to repeat
The same
Fucking story
I am choosing
My own adventure
Don’t worry
I have taken notes
I will not go down
The same
Dark paths
I will look
For new growth
Under
Luminous moonlight
Following the river
Whilst healing
These old wounds
I acknowledge
The pain and hurt
I have studied
Every lesson
It is time to
Forgive my failures
And love myself.
~Amber Comber

Murmur

Do my scars and
Softness scare you
Are you searching
For the nearest exit door
Does the truth I speak
Hurt your ears
The light I shed
Illuminate your fears
Wanting more
Is not a bad thing
I always plan to leave
With more than I bring
I have settled for too long
To accept anything less
To keep this heart
Satiated
Beating
And
Alive
In my chest...
~Amber Comber

No Savior

I’m not your
Fucking savior
I can barely
Save myself
I know
This world
Is full of
Reasons
For you to
Need my help
But I’m no
Beacon of light
I’m fighting
My own fight
I’ve given
All I can give
It’s your choice
To finally
Live.
~Amber Comber

Haze

Sometimes
I need it out of focus
Memories like knives
Should be kept dull
A softness
That once
Seemed welcoming
Left me screaming
On the hard asphalt
My forgiving heart
Is marred with scars
And learning to love
And forgive myself
Has been the hardest
Lesson of all.

~Amber Comber

Redemption

Redemption
Calls to me
Every
Sleepless
Night
Asking
Am I finally ready
To forgive those
Who helped me
Lose myself
In the anger
Wound myself
In the hurt
Whilst
Destroying all
Of my self-worth
I listen
I negotiate
I release what I can
But there’s power
In knowing when
And how to let go
So my healing
Can begin.

~Amber Comber

All Roads Lead to Where You Are:

He said I looked genuinely happy
And how good that was
Because he knows
It’s been fucking years
Two decades of friendship
Will definitely acquaint you with
The good, the bad, and the fighting
For your fucking life
Kind of times
In the last months
I ate Valium
Like candy
Drank alcohol
Just so I could
Stumble away
From the wreckage
That was my life
Leaving a trail of
Blood
Bruises &
Bitterness
Behind me
Let me tell you
There’s nothing like
Finally welcoming
A lush
Southern Spring
That makes you
REALLY
BELIEVE
In self resurrection.
~Amber Comber