Derailed depths of despair crash into motivation
Intangible illusions
Stuck like still frames; memories of who I was
Time is surely the enemy, but stagnating silence is far worse
Reverberating screams from somewhere deep within
Aching to be released, yet
Coiling around my brain like a poisonous serpent; squeezing
Thoughts I wish I could get out
Inconsistent and incoherent, this muddled messiness
Overwhelmed by a need to disavow these useless perceptions
Never ending battle, this nagging sense of self-doubt.
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Heidi McCloskey
I have internally decided that I am a writer. Since that decision was made, the voice in my head has changed. It’s become louder as it begs to be released.
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Oh, Heidi, this is so incredibly relatable. It’s sad yet wonderfully expressed. And that self-doubt is so darned sneaky! 💕🙂