My Holy Ghost came
In the form of anxiety
In the night.
She said, “You’ve got to
Start moving until momentum
Gets you by.”
At first I began to question
Because; I guess that’s just
What I do.
Than I ran to look in a mirror
To see the person that
Gets me through.
ie, myself
Everyone leaves
When you’re stuck in the mud.
So I listened to my heart & started
Pushing; thanking an apparition
That I wasn’t where I was.
Sometimes; the grass isn’t greener on the other side.
& it took renovating
My mind to finally feel what that was like.
& now I’m flying &, I should be dead.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
My Holy Ghost came
In the form of anxiety
In the night.
She said, “You’ve got to
Start moving until momentum
Gets you by.”
At first I began to question
Because; I guess that’s just
What I do.
Than I ran to look in a mirror
To see the person that
Gets me through.
ie, myself
Everyone leaves
When you’re stuck in the mud.
So I listened to my heart & started
Pushing; thanking an apparition
That I wasn’t where I was.
Sometimes; the grass isn’t greener on the other side.
& it took renovating
My mind to finally feel what that was like.
& now I’m flying &, I should be dead.
Pete McIntire
1/3.5
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