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Black Fog
The high Highs and low Lows
In fleeting moments, I wonder what might have been.
The past forgotten and the future I have seen
Now my back is turned in silent ache,
And has been for a while, leaving me to break.
***
So I ran and faced a barrier, stopping me on my path, realizing that it was me,
that wall I had to conquer to be free.
And I did, at least for a while.
For a while I climbed, and fought, and forgave, and forgot, and tackled things with a smile.
***
In euphoric moments of my high Highs, I envision what life has left for me, endless possibilities of ‘what could be’.
And, I am pleased with what I see.
My mind is clear, my heart is hopeful
I am reaching for it, as if they are stars, so pure and beautiful.
***
But then… in dysphoric moments of my low Lows,
I remember and black fog settles around me.
I remember who I am, instantly finding myself in darkness and unable to see.
What ‘could be’ becomes a heavy feeling of ‘never will be’,
as I withdraw myself from this beautiful thought of what could have been reality.
***
In these euphoric moments of my high Highs, I envision bright summer days and fearless attachments, where trust outweighs being forgotten and where abandonment does not exist.
I imagine warm and truthful moments where love comes in a steady flow.
My smile is radiant , embraces others, my eyes are closed, not wanting to let go.
***
But then... in these dysphoric moments of my low Lows,
I remember and black fog settles around me,
instantly finding myself frozen in the abyss of mistrust, so dark and cold and lonely and far from free.
What ‘could be’ becomes the dreaded feeling of ‘never will be’,
as my mind, once again, isolates me from this beautiful idea of what could have been reality.
About the Creator
Jess S
One day I will be myself again,
and this darkness might come to an end,
and all doubt will cease,
and all strength will rise.
One day my tainted memories will be left behind,
and I will be able to see the world through a clear lens.
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Comments (13)
Congratulations on your Top Story
Good work, keep it up
Congrats on your top story.
Jess :), you're so so a thinker. Good Work!
Love your poem, and congrats on TS🎉 Very authentic capture of many emotions.
Awesome writing, keep it up!
congratulations on TS. This is excellent and relatable. I felt like this most of my life (strange childhood neighborhood and only now found a fraction of peace. Your poem is fantastic. Love it - especially since it brought back dismal memories lined with my new silver lining. Thank you.
Wow what a good poem. Im not really that into poems but i loved this one, keep up the great work
I love the way you wrote this. Capitalizing "Highs" and "Lows" makes them feel larger than life. Very cool! Congrats on the Top Story!
Congratulations 🎉
Your poem beautifully captures the highs and lows of life's journey. Thank you for sharing. And congrats on your top story🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
Congratulations on Top Story! 🥳 There are a million circumstances I can imagine that might evoke this poem (romantic love, familial situations, work world, home world, school world, etc.). And from any of those perspectives, this one hits. To me, this poem feels like an ongoing whip-pull-push-whip, like what I'd imagine bipolar disorder might feel like. Whether you intended your poem to have that particular edge, I applaud you for voicing so clearly, hauntingly, and powerfully. Unfortunately, it's a world inhabited in silence by far too many, which allows a certain stigma to continue to percolate. In any case, brilliant poem. Richly deserving of the spotlight.
Ouch...this was way too relatable. So compelling, authentic and bold in your writing! Well done Jess on a remarkable Top Story. Instant new subscriber here!