Life is a
waiting game,
It gets harder to believe
in change,
To see a
Different future
than this
Cycle I’m reliving
day by day.
I’ve suppressed the tears
but pain can’t be
Erased,
just processed in the
Breaths of every day.
Life is a
waiting game,
It gets harder to believe
in change,
To see a
Different future
than this
Cycle I’m reliving
day by day.
I’ve suppressed the tears
but pain can’t be
Erased,
just processed in the
Breaths of every day.
Depression, my old friend,
this time I really thought
we’d parted
but you’ve returned,
as always–
eager and consuming.
I feel the urge to cry,
to curl into a ball and weep until
my insides exhaust me.
Until I’m spaced out and empty
in my mind.
The TV will guide me,
Lull me into the silence of nothingness,
Hold my hand tenderly,
Distract me from my life.
I’ll slip into a world of familiar faces,
Nestled in my corner of the couch,
In silent darkness.
Just breathe through the moments
until slumber comes to rescue you from today–
inviting tomorrow.
Momma this is it for me,
Fallen, cast astray,
little bits of dirt clinging to the asphalt–
Forgotten.
Brushed aside, landing in the cracks
of margins made to fit the
likes of me.
Trapped in tornadoes
forever spinning
through the same life,
endings and beginnings–
eternally paired.
Cigarette:
the Devil luring me in.
Fighting denial,
Fuelling Anxiety,
Panic ignited–
No escape.
I think I’m finally starting to find myself. Really find myself. I was scared for a long time. For some reason I felt like there was something wrong with me. And I can guess where it stems from but it’s not really relevant to me anymore. It doesn’t determine me.
It might sound trivial but it means a lot and makes a big difference, to me. It’s the difference between feeling completely hopeless, and feeling in control. I’ve learned to understand myself better, to try to see the many different sides of things, reasons and causes and motivations.
I used to think too linearly. Now I see we are all very complex people, living in a very complex world. So instead of thinking in black and white terms, instead of drawing conclusions and making assumptions, I take a step back and try to think, what are the possibilities here? What could be someone’s motivation in this instance? And if those are the motivations, what does that mean?
Sometimes my thoughts can get away from me and I can make assumptions about myself or others that are not in line with ‘reality’ whatever that may be. I’ve learned to control my thoughts and emotions better. To be aware of where my thoughts take me, the conclusions I’m drawing, and the negative thinking that I often automatically engage in.
It might seem like a small thing, but it’s empowering, and ultimately for me, life changing. It’s a work in progress and we learn and grow every day but now I’m seeing the beauty of it. Now I’m not as afraid to try something new or to be in a situation that might make me uncomfortable. Baby steps. But being uncomfortable doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with me, or that I can’t overcome this hurdle, and be comfortable in that situation or a similar one.
A lot of our world is mediated through our thoughts. I’m learning to acknowledge mine, and consider the possible alternatives. I’m more aware of any negative self-thoughts or ruminative thoughts, and I feel like I’m finally starting to feel in control of my own life.
I’ve felt the panic and anxiety of revolving around someone else’s life. Now I’m beginning to revolve around myself, and not out of loneliness or solitude, but out of strength, and it feels great.
Words fail me today,
Can’t explain my
Despair,
how it feels.
Somehow I’ve been dead
so many years,
walking through my days,
Trying to breathe,
open my eyes,
survive the vastness of
time and space,
the utter loneliness of
being alive.
I’ve hidden myself well,
but now I’ll never find my way,
it’s been too long.
I hear conversations and wonder
how you know, where you read it,
or heard it, or saw it,
how you’ve lived it.
I’ve been in hiding for so long
I have barely survived.
Inside me
Panic lies dormant,
Silently awaiting the
Moment
You step out.
Another loss in my life
For me to bear.
Some days I’m not sure why
I go on,
What I might dream of,
Believe in,
Or hope for,
To keep me holding on.
I’ve lived my life
Surviving,
Scraping By.
Avoiding pain,
Not daring to seek
Pleasure.
Getting through
without giving in;
quieting the panic–
One more day.
My mind bursts at the seams,
Filled to capacity,
Not dreams,
Just worries,
Concerns,
Anxieties
Gnawing at my insides,
Capacity deteriorates
In flight.
I need to get off this
Bottom Rung,
Relying
on others,
Crying
in solitude,
Lacking
all fortitude
Inside.
I cower too easily,
Face my own frailty
Too readily,
to garner any strength.
The irony of course:
I live my life alone–
Occupy my own space
Without
resolve.