I have a rock in my chest.

A twisted knot.

A lump in my throat.

An impending sense that everything is going to come crashing down.

A weighted blanket of unease that’s grey and consuming.

Shadows that follow me and whisper what I don’t want to hear.

My senses feel dull and unclear.

I check my surroundings hoping that no one notices me but also wishing for a helping hand.

Silently begging for someone to understand.

But no one is perfect, everyone fucks up.

And I’m tired of it.

2 thoughts on “…”

  1. Well, it could be that you are a prophetess and you have a sense of some asteroid that is going to impact the earth. I mention this because I have had this same sense of doom. Something is going on in history. Otherwise, this sort of anxiety can be produced by worlds colliding. You have your nun friend in one of your worlds, and your swinger friend in another. The idea that they could meet makes you nervous. The truth being on the table makes people nervous. Don’t be afraid of the truth. But even embracing the truth, don’t forget to love others. Being honest about everything doesn’t mean you have to not care. I think in general you want to tell people to fuck off, but you never do, and the idea of being honest with yourself and everyone else, being free, can become synonymous with being selfish. You can also be honest about how important other people are to you, and how much you love them.

    This is an amazing poem. Remember, if you want to do stanzas, Shift+Enter will create a new line in the same box. I haven’t figured out how to do this on a phone, though.

    I’m very proud of you.

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