I feel stressed
like I'm all over the place
A hot mess.
My soul empty and bleak
crumbles in fear
that someday I will care
and the lists of regrets will simply pile in.
I fear I might have overstepped
everything turns into ashes
my stomach queasy and welches
I am dying best bet.
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I have no real idea what this poem means however I think I learned something from it. Sometimes we feel the need to filter everything even the things we say to ourselves. And there's beauty in having a space where you can say anything and not worry if it makes sense or if you're being understood. Sometimes the ramble needs to flow out and I think this poem embodies that. When I wrote this, I was given a prompt to write about yet somehow I couldn't concentrate. So I took the pen to the paper and wrote down every thought, unfiltered. I hope one day soon you all do the same. It doesn't have to make sense. You just have to feel good. And maybe it isn't for you but I do advise that you just try.
~ Have you ever eaten a tub of ice-cream🍦?
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Sending you rays of sunshine 🌞
D.O.
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