when things were normal
i couldn't be myself
when things were normal
ineverseemedtoreallypauseandstop
when things were normal
icouldrunawayfromwhatineeded
when things were normal
iwaswhatidid
when things were normal
alliwantedwastobedistractedfromwhatreallymattered
when things were normal
icouldntbemyself
when things were normal
ididntknowwhomyselfwas
when things were normal
iwouldnthavetakenamuchneededbreak
when things were normal
alliwantedwastowork
when things were normal
iwasrunningonexhaustedfumes
when things were normal
iwasmadangryfrustratedandresentful
when things weren't normal
that all slowly changed
. . .
now things aren't normal
i stopped and chatted for a bit
now things aren't normal
i slept in an hour more
now things aren't normal
i thank myself for being strong
now things aren't normal
i'm blessed to share this life with the trees
now things aren't normal
i noticed that i gained some weight
now things aren't normal
i can laugh about the pain of living
now things aren't normal
i finally can pause and stop
About the Creator
poetryinwaiting
I love all things writing...though I am particularly biased towards good, vulnerable poetry. I love pouring my heart on a page with every piece I write. Life is for expressing, not containing.
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