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Michelle Brunet Mar 2014
I feel like I’m beginning to suffocate,
Or maybe it’s that I've forgotten how to breath;
Never getting the relief, never getting the release
That my soul craves, that my mind needs.
Trapped in this wormhole way of thinking,
My emotions ******* the life out of me.

People surround me, lending a shoulder
Or wise words to help me through,
Telling me I have someone to turn to
When I feel like I’m drowning,
I can’t swim on my own.
Yet I still feel so alone.

You see, I feel like a burden to you.
I know you have your own troubles
To go through; without me, adding more.
This is the reason for my silence,
The reason I may seem so reserved.
And if you don’t ask, I won’t tell.

The truth is I can’t go through this alone.
But I don’t know how to voice this inner turmoil.
I can’t even explain what’s wrong.
How can I ask for help when I can’t give you
The root of the problem, the reason for
This depression, this anxiety?
© Michelle Brunet 2014
Michelle Brunet Mar 2014
Feeling incredibly alone again,

Even amidst all these people

That surround me, on the daily.

Lost inside myself, unable

To make simple connections;

Feeling alienated when I try

To escape this head of mine

Yet the world seems strange

Beyond my own thought clouds,

Outside of myself. A stranger

In my own skin. How do I

Even begin to feel that

The natural world around me,

Is truly a place I can be and

Living by myself in my own

Imagination, is not a safe

Place to sleep? Will I ever

Figure it out? How to be

At home, be at peace

With all these people

That surround me?

Questions swirling in

My brain, trying to make

Sense of this nest I created,

My supposed happy place.

Yet, I find it hard to believe

That I can be happy there,

Inside this shell. I just want

To feel normal in all that

Is tangible, instead of lost,

Alienated and alone.
© Michelle Brunet 2014
Michelle Brunet Feb 2014
You are the day and I am the night.
Two polar opposites
Trying to force a connection
Even though our energy
Naturally pushes us apart.

Trying to change each other,
To create that perfect fit.
Not realizing the toll
Our forceful natures
Have taken on each other.

Like two solid trees
We’re set in our ways, unmoving;
How do we even communicate?
Seeing this now, I realize
That it’s time to leave.

This relationship, it’s unhealthy.
I won’t try to change you anymore.
And all we ever do is fight.
I’m exhausted from trying
To force whatever this is.

So this is goodbye; I’m sorry  
For the trouble this has been,
For the pain I may have caused.
Because one new truth remains.
Now I’m the day and you are the night.
© Michelle Brunet 2014
Michelle Brunet Feb 2014
Driving down magic road
I think of all the possibilities
Of a world like Narnia existing;
Where animals could talk
Telling me of the mermaids
That swam in the sea.

My dad and I are just driving
Along the back roads, yet
Oddly, I find it inspiring.
The same old fields and forests
Seem to be the same as
The ones surrounding my house.

Yet these ones hold tales
Of creatures only heard of
In fiction. I can see them,
Elves that live in trees
And those trees with
Spirits of their own.

They whisper to me,
Spinning tales of a dark magic
Placed upon them by an evil overlord.
Their pleas have reached human ears.
I’m told that troops have been
Formed, readying for war.

But the story is cut short
As my dad takes a new road
And I find myself back at home
Wondering of tree spirits and curses
Wondering what will become of
The creatures of the forest.
© Michelle Brunet 2014
Michelle Brunet Jan 2014
Wishing I could live in a fairytale land
Where singing my feelings
Would be a common feat;
Dancing through the streets,
Meeting my soul mate
Knowing that we were forever.

Feeling enchanted and believing
In magic; these are the things
My heart sincerely desires.
I don’t want to settle for the mundane
Seemingly normal life,
That everyone robotically lives.

I want to traverse the ocean,
Experiencing the wonders
Of art and ancient civilizations.
I want to believe in pixies.
Believing the stories of gypsies
That traveled spewing tales of magic.

I want to live on Middle Earth
Where there are many types of “human”
Including the one I grew up to be.
I want to be an elf that lives forever
And is exceptionally good at archery;
With a dwarf for a best friend.

I want to believe in Greek gods
With their magic and the powers
They hold in everything.
My heart longs for so much more.
I’m afraid that this world
Won’t be able to offer it to me.

This world seems broken
Beyond the ability to repair.
It’s too scientific.
I’m afraid that all the magic
That is left, is just that;
Empty fairytales.
© Michelle Brunet 2014
Michelle Brunet Jan 2014
Living without you; it’s inconceivable.
Yet here I am, all alone and you’re gone.
Life passes me by now,
In my comatose state, shocked
At how you left me.
You promised me forever.
That death would be the one to separate us.
Sealed with a ring and a signed contract;
This love seemed so real, at least to me.
It still is as strong as ever.
But I guess that doesn't matter now,
Now that you've seen what life
Would be like with me;
That you no longer had the freedom
To do as you pleased.
They warned me not to rush.
Warned me that love
At first sight, wasn't strong enough
To hold two people together.
I guess Shakespeare lied to me.
© Michelle Brunet 2014
Michelle Brunet Jan 2014
Images swirl around in my head
As I try to conjure up one that'll stick.
To many thoughts roaming around
To make heads or tales of separate ideas;
It feels as though I have nothing left to write.

Pondering what I could do,
To make sense of the mess in my brain.
A change in scenery, new paint
In which to create a new world.
Yet even then, I find my block
Not only to be in writing
But in every form I use to create things.

What is left to do, yet sit and wait?
With pen at hand and paper near,
I hope that soon, the words will form;
That sentence after sentence a story will unfold.
With stroke of pencil, a picture will form.
© Michelle Brunet 2014
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