ineluctable
how does one escape one’s own mind? the torturous thoughts plod their way in, pumping away until the moon cries silver tears on a spring day.
a day’s pain is measured by sadness–how much is displayed–how much is there to give?
I fall out of my bed and in line with every day calling me, and take a chance on me once again.
am I worthy? can I be more?
the breaking comes when I am least prepared and the box I am shoved in gets smaller. there is no way out.
you recognize my pain
and do nothing.
Originally published via Simily.
A Cornered Gurl 
Taking that “chance on me” every day sounds like such a lonely thing because it is. The ghosts that are part of us are both motivators and restrictions. This has captured that feeling so well. 🤍
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Thank you kindly, Sun. 🙏🏾💜
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“the torturous thoughts plod their way in, pumping away until the moon cries silver tears on a spring day.”
Favourite line…beautiful poem, Tre.
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🙏🏾💙
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powerful love that line “I fall out of my bed and in line with every day calling me, and take a chance on me once again.” Yes! We are here for it, and so glad you are too. Kindly sharing your beautiful gifts with each of us thank you 💙💙💙😊
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Thank you, Krissy! 🙏🏾💜
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I wish I could do something.
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Oh, this comes in waves. Some days, I wish I could be done with it, but I’m not rushing the grieving process at all. Thank you.
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I can send hugs.
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*Big hugs* 💜💙🖤 I love all the hugs. I won’t ever turn those down. Lol.
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I’ve found there are some things one can’t think our way out of, and we need to live it through and breathe it out. Some meditations are thought-focused. I’ve found focusing on my breathing is a better solution for getting out of my head. Cheers and thanks.
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Peace. Thank you.
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