Celle qui s’est échappé
I wrote this poem while i wondered if it was normal to feel hatred towards someone that healed parts of you, and to my conclusion, i decided that healing people can be limiting, and comfort of words can turn to poison so that’s what i wrote about, this poem is about how people that healed and comforted you while you needed it can also hold you down till you suffocate . So don’t feel guilty or unkind if you decide to leave situations or people that used to make you grow but lately you have been the reason you feel worse. This poem is a thread of my thoughts, interwoven from feelings that might just be the comfort you hold on to, too.