In the dryer I watch my clothes go round and round.
It may seem like an endless cycle,
but eventually it stops,
your clothes will no longer be wet,
and you can wear them once again.
However,
I'm not waiting for my emotions to dry.
The ups and downs of my ever-changing mood may be trying,
but they can't dampen my soul.
Instead,
the fluctuations,
they heal it.
Some days I feel such deep anger,
infuriated that those I kept closest to my heart failed to show me
the care,
the respect,
and the love,
that I deserved,
when all I wanted was,
to feel,
safe.
But,
I just let the anger flow.
Other days I long for what has passed,
and it only makes my heart ache more to dwell on such times.
I cry,
I lay there,
I stare at the wall.
But,
I let myself reminisce.
Sometimes,
when I wake up and open my bedroom door,
the mess of my house,
my life,
is too much to take.
So I go back to bed,
cancel my plans,
and spend the day thinking of everything,
but accomplishing nothing.
But,
I just let myself exist.
Unlike the clothes dryer,
my cycle will never cease.
It will slow,
for sure,
maybe even stabilise,
for a time,
but never stop.
For you see,
I am human,
and as long as I live,
I will feel.
So,
I think I'll just let myself be.
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Introspection: Poems by a Ruminator
PoetryWhen hardship is experienced, it is only human of us to think on the past. Sometimes though, we end up in a cycle of rumination, reliving events that cannot be changed; we become depressed in our memories. Writing can be therapeutic, so here is a co...
