the knots in my hair are
indicative of the one in my chest
I keep getting snared
I plead where do I draw the line
how do I convince myself
to keep on | keeping on when
there’s so little incentive
much littler time
I blink/it flies
& yes there needs to be some,
just to change my mind/
I’ve suffered enough/
if you don’t agree, you’re in line
with my maker, what luck!
they must not agree with me either
start counting my blessings
for me
the first being I’m alive
the living are selfish
maybe one eye blind
I’m just fine with that assessment
I blink___________
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–LM
Haunting and deeply powerful depiction of grief and the different phases of depression. This really resonated with me – beautifully written! ❤
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