When The Coping Mechanisms Don’t Work by Jade Mitchell

 

You will not recognise yourself at first. The memories will turn their backs like old lovers & there will be nowhere left for you to run, so don’t. Be patient with your suffering. Let this leak out of you: not like a river, but like a faucet. Be open. Sewn lips leave scars in their un-stitching. But the words that resurface will be worth it. Be brave, even when you are not ready for it, even when your body does not know home from bone, when you’re desperate to do anything but stay. Listen to the wound. Learn to stop scraping it anew, to know this is not rebirth but reconciliation. Remember: the nightmares are just dreams you fear will come true. This ache will not last for a lifetime. To let go is to light the match: one strike is all you ever have.

Jade Mitchell

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Jade Mitchell is a poet residing in Glasgow, Scotland. She is a poetry reader for Up The Staircase Quarterly. Her work has been featured in Words Dance Publishing, Persephone’s Daughters, L’éphémère Review, Rising Phoenix Review, and others. Her work can be found on her blog: vagabondly.tumblr.com.
Jade Mitchell