Mind scattered,
no resting place
in sight.
Insides reeking
of stress,
nights
shorter and
shorter, longer and
longer.
Tears bearing
exhaustion,
body crippling
under
weight and
tension.
Settled in
inebriety–ignorance is bliss.
Bending
over backwards
to fill in
the gaps.
Fines and
dimples
for disguise.
An urge to scream
stifled by
depleted lungs.
Sedated desires,
hope
slowly fading
away.
Severed connections
with self and
surroundings?
That’s okay.
Body used as canva?
That’s okay too.
Coping.
Trying.
Feeling.
Learning.
Unlearning.
Healing.
It’s all okay.
Struggling is part of the human experience,
you don’t need to fool anyone.
It will pass,
everything does.
About the Creator
Andie Emerson
Queer. Awkward. An anxious wreck, but firm believer in self-work.
Authenticity & progress over illusion & perfectionism.
Makes a living working in home improvement.
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Comments (1)
This was so poignant and relatable as well. Loved your poem!