Not quite sure
where I am,
this vastness, this empty zone
a hollow place of chaos
Thinking, as if it's a race
too fast, a blur
dizzy, a carousel of imagery
blinking it away
Pulse, won't slow
grappling to quiet down
I'll faint
Exhausted, weak
bruised efforts to achieve the calm
Brace for impact
Hold on
This pencil is a savior,
the only one I believe in
Am I the only one like this?
The only one out here?
An impossible child,
too smart for the masses?
Is this pain all because I don't believe?
I don't believe them
I don't trust them
Not safe
Carry on, with caution
Until, again
The cycle
About the Creator
Jen Eden
Here to tell my tales - to share what's inside of me. I'm not quite sure the purpose - I guess to leave a tiny shred of the moment in time, that was me.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges7 days ago in Psyche
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