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aisling-obrien
American “Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it.” / ― Lloyd Alexander
facing a wall pounding fists into a surface that will never give way never fall to pure human force. we hit though; hoping for solace in pain channeling anger channeling frustration channeling love. when we halt our forces when we give up our efforts the wall has won. slumping against a hard surface the numbness starts to fade and pain surfaces. hands red knuckles bruised we are reminded of love thoughts emerge from the haze emotions surface from the fog; suddenly we see. standing up, we breathe and we begin again.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
the wall
I could taste them. I could taste the rage, the agony, the hatred. I could taste the love of a mother, slowly leaving me… One small drop at a time. And it drove me crazy, as I took a step Cars racing past me, no one would have time to think Soon I would be ‘that girl’, The girl who couldn’t take it The girl who ended it all But as I began to take the last step Head pounding now Mind dull They stopped me As much as I wanted to believe that it was over As much as I wanted to believe that I couldn’t feel, That I couldn’t live They proved I could I was drowning now, But I managed to escape The taste of my tears Bringing me back to reality.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
Tears