Old Patterns
Recognizing old patterns and questioning my world through rhyme
Written on July 11th, 2016, revised on February 11th, 2022
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This familiar feeling is lingering around
Should I trust it or should I let it drown?
It is too hard for me to think what could be...
My mind is louder - anxiety does not let me be ME!
It seems so easy to fall back into old patters,
If my breath was taken away while I sleep,
Would it really matter?
All these questions are surrounding my mind,
I cannot tell what is real
And what is pulling me back...
New feelings that I haven't had in years
How do I enjoy them without any pain and tears?
Am I going to feel like this for the rest of my life?
Something has to change while there is still some time...
As I sat down to write in my journal, confused about my feelings, old patterns emerged and I was aware enough to write about it but unsure of what to do.
6 years later, I still notice parts of this poem in me, but I have grown a whole lot and have become more aware of my feelings. This is my journey and no journey is easy, so I must go on and learn from my past.
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Dovile Miliauskaite
I have found writing extremely therapeutic & when I write, it sometimes comes out in rhyme.
My goal is to explore my creative side; once ideas flush my mind, I pledge to write and share them with the world. :)
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