Cigarettes and Regrets

Cigarettes and Regrets

A Poem by Emily Irene.

This poem is about feeling stuck, held back by my chronic pain.

I'm finished with cigarettes,
still chock full of regrets.
Part of me doesn't believe in change,
only in the wild and strange.
I'm looking at my brain unfurled
and I'm begging to join the real world.
Something holds me, my back bent,
the spaces in my vertebra held with cement.
Will I ever take flight?
And will I ever look at the world without spite?

© 2015 Emily Irene.

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Added on February 28, 2015
Last Updated on February 28, 2015
Tags: chronic illness, chronic pain, sad, life


Emily Irene.
Emily Irene.

Saint Louis, MO

Name's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..