A poets lament.

Subject: A poets lament. Tue Jun 24, 2008 9:47 am

(( This is actually an IC apology from Lyranne to the Heritage of Zandalar, but it pretty much sums up everything about me in real life, and why I seemingly sometimes change moods. As stated below, there's no real reason for it to be a poem, it just came to me, as it were. It has no real place anywhere - hardly being worth posting at the Heritage forum, but It's a part IC apology, and part OOC. Additionally, apologies for the thread title. ))

*You find this letter in amongst your usual ones, addressed simply to 'friend' . The handwriting is painstakingly neat and flowing, with long strands to each letter, making it almost look like intricate silken stitching on the parchment. There also appear to be a few water stains*

Greetings to my loving family. My apologies for my behaviour of late.
Nothing excusable was distracting me, I had allowed myself to be consumed by self doubt and hate.
I was frightened. I had reached my lowest ebb, I felt hopeless and lost.
It's funny really, how emotional pain can drive you to what you hate most.
I Lasped that night. I drank, and I was cruel,
It got so bad, I wanted to end it all.
I was a bitch for no reason, and can only say how grateful I am that I lost no friends.
People keep saying that I need focus, to help keep my mind off of the bad things, but it depends...
I really hope I can. I also hope that I don't destroy my friendship with any of you.
I love you all so much, and I acknowledge those words are past due.
The thought of isolating myself from you all,
Is one of the many reasons I'm fighting so much harder than it appears: I waill not fall.
I'll be strong for you all, I promise that now.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll be strong for myself... Though I know not how.
Also apologies for not going into details about what exactly is the problem, but if you ask me directly, I'll try and explain.
I'll fight with myself, and suppress the pain.
I'll tell you all, and hold nothing back.
I'll await your response, and be prepared for any flack.
So at any rate, I hope this letter finds you well,
And I avow to never, I promise: no more to dwell.

(( And I have no reason for that being a poem. Apologies if it sucks. ))

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