My Way out by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Without your presence I made it out
of this darkness and
I walked toward the sun.
I thought of going blind.
Truthfully, I thought I could die.
Hardly a day went by where I would
not plan to do malice to myself.
My thoughts wavered at times.
Perhaps I was not as serious
about it. I was just sad.
I had to learn to live with me without you.
Now I only think of those days
as my period of madness.
What other word could it be?
I was sinking into a deep depression.
I found my high by writing my way out.
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About the Poet:

Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poetry hasbeen published in The Abyss, Ariel Chart, The Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow MamaWebzine. His first poetry book, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His other books and chapbooks have been published by Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, New Polish Beat, Poet’s Democracy, Propaganda Press, and Ten Pages Press.

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