Heat bears down on
seemingly sponge like pavement
and sings of scorching summer sun.
It is times like these
I am usually in my prime.
Usually so excited to go out
and live my best life.
But lately, there is only
an overabundance of scared:
of everything and nothing, all at once.
Maybe we haven't gotten
the medications quite right,
or maybe I haven't
perfected my grounding mantra
but I don't quite see an end in sight.
The voices are deafening
it's starting to keep me up at night.
It's funny, because
in my youth, I had an infatuation
with swingsets, but yet
this back and forth of
upward swings and downward spirals
is getting tiresome:
it feels like I'm losing the fight.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
Heat bears down on
seemingly sponge like pavement
and sings of scorching summer sun.
It is times like these
I am usually in my prime.
Usually so excited to go out
and live my best life.
But lately, there is only
an overabundance of scared:
of everything and nothing, all at once.
Maybe we haven't gotten
the medications quite right,
or maybe I haven't
perfected my grounding mantra
but I don't quite see an end in sight.
The voices are deafening
it's starting to keep me up at night.
It's funny, because
in my youth, I had an infatuation
with swingsets, but yet
this back and forth of
upward swings and downward spirals
is getting tiresome:
it feels like I'm losing the fight.
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