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Ad Infinitum

maintenance therapy ~  
the marathon of my mental health,  
forging an uneasy peace  
with a vigilant existence ~  
to live  
to love
to risk  
tearing everything apart  
again and again  
and one more time, for fun  
because I’m addicted  
to gluttonous displays  
of emotion  
anytime shit goes sideways  
 
my shadow is a drama queen, baby  
 
the questions have shifted  
when x, what will be y?  
furiously working through the steps  
before dropping back into the race  
fresh from weekly training ~  
out of breath and red-faced  
like I’d been running  
alongside you the whole time  
 
becoming instead,  
when x, what was y?  
I am held accountable  
to truths I’ve embraced
 
at the back of the line, it’s quiet  
behind the gold medal  
contenders  
and the weekend  
pretenders;  
I’ve accepted I’ll come undone  
whenever I try to keep up  
 
I’m keeping decent pace  
all the same;  
something about this feels  
like happiness  
 
the shift in wording subtle
yet the impact is my impetus forward,  
being declared expertly fitted  
with the best shoes  
my insurance money can buy;  
I have what I need  
 
It’s a long road ahead, watch your step  
 
balancing the unbalanced mind  
is a steep, rain-slick incline  
the whole way to the finish  
 
today I sat nervously  
on an unfamiliar couch  
and spoke to  
an unfamiliar face  
with compassionate eyes  
and gentle brows,  
confessing the moments  
since I last bared my soul  
where I faltered, afraid  
or reacted, defensive;  
embarrassed, I spilled  
the fucked up ways  
I still comfort my anxiety  
 
we’ll get to that, he says  
another story for another time  
 
morning centering rituals,  
my penance;  
these Hail Mary mantras  
are the only thing I allow  
myself to believe in  
anymore ~  
turns out I really wasn’t  
the best person to ask  
if you wanted to know  
who I am  
 
Who am I?  
 
I surrender myself whole  
to the deep, dull ache  
of my regrets,  
the unrelenting sorrow  
of lessons learned  
the hardest of ways;  
I honor the pain  
with bitter tears,  
and then I let it go  
 
sometimes twenty times  
before noon  
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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