Come Undone

When you unravel
From the weight of it all
Call your lover
And get angry
Because you’re not
Wrapped in his arms
Get three hours sleep
And starve yourself
Until there’s dumplings
Scream
Into your microphone
Until your throat
Feels as raw
As your heart
Ride your bicycle
Chasing the light
That is left
Before the darkness
Leaves you sleepless
Once again
Fighting to see through
The tears that leave
Your cheeks stained
With the red dust
From your wheels
Sliding down the
Gravel roads
Until breathless
And throwing up
Your heartbeat
Letting the fireflies
Guide you home
So you can
Finally
Come undone...
~Amber Comber
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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