I used to think I felt things
but thinking about why I feel things
isn't the same as feeling them.
I used to think I knew
the ebbs and flows of my mental state
but turns out I was separating myself from my body.
This body is an island on it's own.
Disconnecting itself from my spinal column.
I have learned the art of detachment.
Going away whenever I don't want to feel a thing
and when I do, feel it all, it consumes me.
How can I live with this childlike sadness
sifting inside of me, just waiting for a
crack in my smile to seep through?
How can I live with this emptiness I carry
until I realize it was never emptiness at all-
instead it was just hidden away
in a deep pocket of my brain
waiting until the moments I discovered it.
Like a hidden treasure chest
I didn't realize I had been looking for
over the course of 29 years.
I am so close to 30 and so
far away from any semblance of adulthood
this body she is still 9 years old
begging for the attention she sought
but never got.
Screaming into pillows at night
wishing someone would really see her-
but they never even heard her muffled screams.
Between the low blows
and the secrets below-
they never knew I needed to be seen
they never knew what they didn't see.
a body full of secrets seeping at the seems
until I come undone over and over again.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
I used to think I felt things
but thinking about why I feel things
isn't the same as feeling them.
I used to think I knew
the ebbs and flows of my mental state
but turns out I was separating myself from my body.
This body is an island on it's own.
Disconnecting itself from my spinal column.
I have learned the art of detachment.
Going away whenever I don't want to feel a thing
and when I do, feel it all, it consumes me.
How can I live with this childlike sadness
sifting inside of me, just waiting for a
crack in my smile to seep through?
How can I live with this emptiness I carry
until I realize it was never emptiness at all-
instead it was just hidden away
in a deep pocket of my brain
waiting until the moments I discovered it.
Like a hidden treasure chest
I didn't realize I had been looking for
over the course of 29 years.
I am so close to 30 and so
far away from any semblance of adulthood
this body she is still 9 years old
begging for the attention she sought
but never got.
Screaming into pillows at night
wishing someone would really see her-
but they never even heard her muffled screams.
Between the low blows
and the secrets below-
they never knew I needed to be seen
they never knew what they didn't see.
a body full of secrets seeping at the seems
until I come undone over and over again.
