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A treadmill
Crawling forward
Same slow pace
Same rugged path
I travel.
Seeking change,
Imploring growth,
Craving—
Every fiber
Yearning—
To transform.
Repetition deadens
Me.
Apathy,
Indifference,
Feast on my
Soul.
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It’s the patterns that terrify me.
The worn-out footsteps,
Deeply ingrained in the
Dirt,
Somehow continually trampled
Upon,
Fitting into my own shoes
Time and time again.
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She takes a knife.
The sharpened edge
Scrapes along her skin,
Moving slowly,
Feeling pointed
Tension.
Tiny drops,
A line:
Release
Self-hatred.
Scabs like memories
Identify the pain
Pent-up
Inside her skin
Seeking exit.
On autopilot,
Broken-record scenes
Play out,
Photocopies
Mirrors
Relics of the past—
Eternal.
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Baby,
I’m damaged
Can’t you see my scars?
My open wounds,
My past battles–
Lost but not forgotten?
Baby,
I can’t wait
For you forever
I can’t hope and wish
Upon some distant star,
Can’t hope for something
I can’t touch
Can’t feel
Materialize before me.
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I wish I was on my
Second life
So I could believe the truths
I know
But can’t commit to.
I wish I was on my
Second life
So I could
Be authentic,
Act honestly,
On instinct.
I wish I was on my
Second life
So I could
Nourish my soul,
Cultivate my mind,
Cherish my heart.
I wish I was on my
Second life
So I could
Nurture my spirit,
Experience calm,
Feel peace.
I wish I was on my
Second life
So I could
Discount the superficial,
Dismiss convention,
March by my own
Compass.
I wish I was on my
Second life
But maybe I should realize
I’m not.
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I’ve been here before,
Felt the grip of Loneliness
Choking my life,
Crushing my spirits,
Trampling my soul.
I’ve been here before.
The only option left is to lay blame.
A bull’s-eye clearly drawn
Upon my head.
Patterns understood
In time–
As my own doing.
In high school I was down,
Depressed,
I’d walk my dog alone,
While wondering,
Ruminating,
Hating.
When I met you it was all the same–
You’d travel
And I’d ride my bike alone
Gripped with depression,
Sadness,
Anger.
Now, years later,
Someone new,
But same old me,
Feeling alone and
Unappreciated.
I’ve been here before.
Maybe it’s time
To question why.
Unlearning the Fear 