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I say I’m being kind to myself. Don’t stress over the mess. Maybe I should though? I try to push doubt away. But the mess consumes me. I miss pretty photos on the walls. I miss cozy spots to relax. I miss annoying visits from friends and family. I miss a kitchen ready to cook gumbo. And bake Birthday cakes If I want to. I miss laying in the grass under the cypress tree in the backyard. I miss space For Overnight Guests. The mess Keeps them at A distance Helps avoid demands That overwhelm When the mess consumes me I’m my own worst enemy. When does avoidance become neglect? I’m not settled I haven’t been For some time We live between our ears. I’m homesick For a place of my own That I’ve never Known. I’m only left with One voice inside my head That’s me I beg her Please stop Being So cruel.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 11:06 AM UTC
the mess
I say I’m being kind to myself. Don’t stress over the mess. Maybe I should though? I try to push doubt away. But the mess consumes me. I miss pretty photos on the walls. I miss cozy spots to relax. I miss annoying visits from friends and family. I miss a kitchen ready to cook gumbo. And bake Birthday cakes If I want to. I miss laying in the grass under the cypress tree in the backyard. I miss space For Overnight Guests. The mess Keeps them at A distance Helps avoid demands That overwhelm When the mess consumes me I’m my own worst enemy. When does avoidance become neglect? I’m not settled I haven’t been For some time We live between our ears. I’m homesick For a place of my own That I’ve never Known. I’m only left with One voice inside my head That’s me I beg her Please stop Being So cruel.
4/2024
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 11:06 AM UTC
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