Vitriol Well
This well of bitterness
Runs deep and rich
Draw deep from it
At your own peril
For fear of its poison
Infecting your very being
With vitriol and hate
It tastes sweet at first
That’s its secret delight
No one can resist it for long
Everyone comes back for more
Of this sweet and bitter poison
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10-9-11
Becoming a bitter hag is an easy thing to do. I can slip into the role so easily. There's quite a bit to be bitter about. It's one of the reasons why I have started to try to focus on Bright Sides each day. Some days are easier than others.
When I wrote this poem, this was me trying to shuck the bitterness. At the time, my diagnosis was only a couple of weeks old. It was still surreal and I was still unable to sit down and read much about the disease without bursting into tears. I wasn't (and am still not entirely, if truth be told) very rational about the entire thing. I am a little more stable about it now.
Time does that.
It helps acceptance just settle into your bones.
It makes heavy burdens a little easier to carry...
... Still trying not to turn into a bitter fucking hag.
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