i think i’ve grown comfortable
with my own suffering.
surviving,
and only surviving,
for so long-
anything else feels
alien and discordant.
it still makes the future fuzzy,
out of reach.
it overwhelms me.
drowns hope.
scars and blood
bring me back to focus;
but slipping hasn’t happened here.
grounding has come
in mountain peaks,
desert heat,
the mist coming off the sea.
stagnancy will eventually return
and that will leave me in limbo.
i only dream to keep
peace with the sweeping land,
making hope grow anew.
watering the forest in my chest.
keeping the fire of my soul from becoming all-consuming.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 1:18 PM UTC
i think i’ve grown comfortable
with my own suffering.
surviving,
and only surviving,
for so long-
anything else feels
alien and discordant.
it still makes the future fuzzy,
out of reach.
it overwhelms me.
drowns hope.
scars and blood
bring me back to focus;
but slipping hasn’t happened here.
grounding has come
in mountain peaks,
desert heat,
the mist coming off the sea.
stagnancy will eventually return
and that will leave me in limbo.
i only dream to keep
peace with the sweeping land,
making hope grow anew.
watering the forest in my chest.
keeping the fire of my soul from becoming all-consuming.
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