Man Being Here
Make My Heart Hurt
EveryWhere I Go
There's A Memory
Not Too Many Are Good
Got Me Feeling Like
This Knot In My Throat
Might Just Be Permanent
There's Just So Much Hurt Stored In This Place
I Can't Escape It
And I Don't Want To Face It
Years Of Trauma
And Built Up UnDealt With Emotions
EveryWhere
NoWhere To Run AnyMore
Got Me Questioning My Sobriety
Thinking Being Numb Is My Only Option
Daily Life Just Be Too Much These Days
The Town Is Changing
But No Matter How Much Construction Happens
They Can't Erase The Damage
This Place Has Done
Being Here
Has Taken Its Toll On My Heart
And Im Not Sure
How Much More I Can Handle
About the Creator
JLovee
Poet. Story Teller. Not Here For A Long Time Just A Good Time..
Be where your feet are
Be where your feet are We often find ourselves either guilt-tripping in the past or ruminating about the future. The present is all that we have in our hands yet we tend to often forget the importance of living in the moment. In a world that constantly holds our attention, it becomes difficult for us to catch a moment of what our primary requirements are in the present, to catch a glimpse of what it is that we truly want for ourselves. Everything that you have ever dreamed of, wanted and will ever need, all of it stems from the present moment.
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I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
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