One day I may be just so tired of these return trips
I’ll just be done with it…
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One day I may be just so tired of these return trips
I’ll just be done with it…
Right now it’s just a distant memory
As if long gone, but I know better
So now is the time to arm myself
Choose the weapons, don the armour
Smiling all the while, enjoying this time…
outer façade
still / calm / steady / slow
layers down
vibrating / tight / tense / echoing
layers down down
screaming / hurting / bleeding / suffocating
layers down down down down
nothing left
October 9, 2024
I meet fork after fork after fork in the road.
Every single time I circled back here
through my entire life I have persisted to the right,
side-eying the forgone left as I carry on,
wondering if it was really the best choice.
I meet fork after fork after fork in the road.
Every single time I circled back here
through my entire life I have persisted to the right,
side-eying the forgone left as I carry on,
wondering if it was really the best choice.
When a violent surge of paradoxical apathy
Finally withdraws in shame or exhaustion
As a villain thwarted or a lover spent
I would weep in this relief
If I only could
September 28, 2024
Hidden underground
There is nothing to be heard
But my blood coursing
Silent sunless place
In this dissociation
Brief liberation
(On sitting in my car in a silent dark garage.)
September 28, 2024
Waking with crisp autumn air filling my mouth
I find that peace and contentment
In the ordinary, the daily, the cycles of the earth
Elusive
Ephemeral
Perhaps it’ll be a day for pursuing the unordinary
With small hope
September 28, 2024
Tonight, my perceived self worth irrelevant.
Today I am both nothing and far too much.