I dismiss it as a tangled mind,
a habit of overthinking,
But this is a real and heavy weight,
And slowly, I am sinking.
It is not a storm I choose to make,
Or a game of make-believe,
It is a battle in my chest,
A truth I must perceive.
I watch myself in the dark
As I lie here in my bed,
While I am fighting for my life
Inside a fractured head.
It is an anchor in the deep,
A weight I cannot trace,
And my denial only builds
A cold and hollow space.
I cannot stay where I am minimized,
Or forced to hide my pain,
If I cannot choose to understand,
There is nothing left to gain.
I need someone to stand by me,
Not turn and look away,
If I cannot see the depth of this,
I will lose myself one day.
G.
About the Creator
Gail S.
I am complicated, confusing and misunderstood but I am real. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
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