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Remind me who I am.
Awaken me.

Call me by my name.
See me with a  piercing cold clarity.

I'll come running.
How much of this is reality
...I
perhaps it only exists when you perceive
....don't
How can i see it with clarity
.....know
perhaps it is only what you believe
questioning the nature of the illusion we call life
Stay close dear soul, in this tempest’s gale,
Where shadows threaten to unravel and assail.
Don’t walk away, for within our shared breath,
Lies the tether that keeps us from the edge of death.
When separation looms, life turns grey,
A canvas devoid of hues, where dreams sway.
No longer peaceful, but dark as the night,
The stars obscured, hopes fragile light.
Unbalanced and unhinged, thoughts collide,
A maelstrom within, where sanity hides.
Yet fear not, for within chaos, strength is found,
And clarity emerges from the tempest’s sound.
Manipulate yourself, weave threads anew,
Craft resilience from fragments, bold and true.
Regain control, as a captain taming the sea,
Steering through storms towards serenity.
This tempest, fierce and wild, shall let loose its hold,
Releasing you from chains, stories untold.
And winds subside, and skies unfold,
Know that within your spirit, courage takes hold.
Thank you for the finger of justice, Pointed sharp and clear, For showing me your stance, In moments fraught with fear.
Thank you for the sleepless nights, When you thought I was wrong, For the distance you maintained, When our harmony was gone. Thank you for the silence, When you believed I ruined your day, For the cold shoulder turned, in your own, distinct way. For all these acts and more, l offer my gratitude true, For in your actions, I found clarity, And saw the real you.
For those who have ever felt the sting of so-called justice from a loved one
silvervi Jan 8
A thought is just a thought.
A dream is just a dream.

Because at nighttime dreams are thoughts in action.
I believe that and it helps me not to interpret too much into dreams. How do you think about dreams?
Tye Dec 2024
What am I but a soul,
Imprisoned by a shell of flesh,
With organs feasting on my fluids,
Operated solely by a wrinkled beast
At the top of the meat tower.

Have I a choice? Or am I bound
To this wrinkled beast’s desire,
Praying for the day that
The light will come calling
And the beast will die.
Sara Barrett Nov 2024
My mind, a maze, is where I wander alone. Tangled pathways overwhelm my thoughts. Seeking gentle light, I aim to find love’s embrace. Yet, shadows of chaos cloud my vision.Yearning for calm communication and connection, I desire safety and trust in every moment. Being transparent seems like a far-off dream, although it is crucial for love’s basis. Standing firm in this world of confusion, I declare: I deserve better—love that is honest and true.
This poem delves into the complexities of the mind, portraying it as a maze filled with tangled thoughts and emotional turmoil. It expresses a yearning for connection, trust, and transparency in love, while acknowledging the shadows of chaos that cloud one's vision. The speaker asserts their right to authentic love, culminating in a powerful declaration of self-worth. This piece resonates with anyone navigating their own emotional landscape,
Perla Nov 2024
A reality so sharp that it hurts. Let me be like an olm so accustomed to everything leaving, falling apart, mending itself, and tearing itself apart again that I no longer need eyes to see that which I know will inevitably happen over and over.

Submerged in cold cave water; wading hands--slow moving and no longer paddling about like a drowning man. In the darkness of environment and of loss of a kind of overwhelming sight this is all that matters. A blunted reality diluted down to what is ultimately real.
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