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Getting out of bed is a feat some days I just want to sleep some days To get away. From the noise of the world The guilt The expectations The intrusive memories of pain & blame that whisper loudly through my shame The painstaking loudness is consuming and immense It drains me of my lifeforce, my freeness, my subsistence But I tread through the dark whirling water I swim opposite the fierce tidal current, trying not to falter If I let myself sink it will be too difficult to clear the heavy sandpapery water from my lungs I see the light in brief gasps of red as I tread the voices in my head Dysfunctional. Defective. Dead. like a battery But I’m still Living. Operating. Performing. Performing for most, a glimmer of a smile and a happy anecdote But not all, not all of the Someones I found the ones who breathe air into my tired lungs The ones who offer me refuge on their lifeboats of truth So that I may rest my weary body when I am too tired and it's too foggy I heal, I recharge, I feel steady on their barge Only then do I return to the waters On my own Maintaining Building up Becoming more resilient with each wave
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Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC
Resilient
Getting out of bed is a feat some days I just want to sleep some days To get away. From the noise of the world The guilt The expectations The intrusive memories of pain & blame that whisper loudly through my shame The painstaking loudness is consuming and immense It drains me of my lifeforce, my freeness, my subsistence But I tread through the dark whirling water I swim opposite the fierce tidal current, trying not to falter If I let myself sink it will be too difficult to clear the heavy sandpapery water from my lungs I see the light in brief gasps of red as I tread the voices in my head Dysfunctional. Defective. Dead. like a battery But I’m still Living. Operating. Performing. Performing for most, a glimmer of a smile and a happy anecdote But not all, not all of the Someones I found the ones who breathe air into my tired lungs The ones who offer me refuge on their lifeboats of truth So that I may rest my weary body when I am too tired and it's too foggy I heal, I recharge, I feel steady on their barge Only then do I return to the waters On my own Maintaining Building up Becoming more resilient with each wave
#pain#weary#life
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foleyembracedpoetry
27/F/Ohio
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC
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