The Past Few Weeks
Please Note: This poem is an expression of the hopelessness I've felt the last few weeks. It's a big deal for me to own my feelings, express them, and not be stuck in them. The words are dark so I can be light. I'm a survivor, a few shitty weeks are nothing compared to what I've passed through.
The Past Few Weeks
I'm healing but failing at life
Running winded
Keeping cramped shin splint steps moving
Searching for a finish line where it's ok to collapse
My few fans are frustrated
Their cheers don't seem help
But they don't know the hell of running
While people only see you walking in place
Your feelings do matter
You're frustrated and sad
You deserve the comfort
I don't remember how to give
I wonder if you understood
How hard consolation is
When daily feelings lead me to wonder
If buckshot or slug would be less painful
Than to live
Again, just a dark poem to excorcise my shifty week. I'm ok.
The Past Few Weeks
I'm healing but failing at life
Running winded
Keeping cramped shin splint steps moving
Searching for a finish line where it's ok to collapse
My few fans are frustrated
Their cheers don't seem help
But they don't know the hell of running
While people only see you walking in place
Your feelings do matter
You're frustrated and sad
You deserve the comfort
I don't remember how to give
I wonder if you understood
How hard consolation is
When daily feelings lead me to wonder
If buckshot or slug would be less painful
Than to live
Again, just a dark poem to excorcise my shifty week. I'm ok.
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