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unstable
she‘s an everlasting, everswinging pendulum
swinging from bad to worse
like a magnet pulling me in, seems like my curse,
my soundtrack - drowning with a gentle hum
a rusty voice, an old soul and a broken heart
put together in an aching body, torn apart.
flowing, surviving; dreaming of the abyss
whereas in reality she‘s dreaming of anything but living like this.
and that’s in her hands, really
she’s got what’s needed, just wants to be held
throughout the storm to see clearly
what was with her in the beginning, what was so brutally quelled.
swinging from bad to worse
like a magnet pulling me in, seems like my curse,
my soundtrack - drowning with a gentle hum
a rusty voice, an old soul and a broken heart
put together in an aching body, torn apart.
flowing, surviving; dreaming of the abyss
whereas in reality she‘s dreaming of anything but living like this.
and that’s in her hands, really
she’s got what’s needed, just wants to be held
throughout the storm to see clearly
what was with her in the beginning, what was so brutally quelled.
Published 5th Feb 2023
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5th Feb 2023 9:34pm
For many of us, an equilibrium of sorts does appear in between the swings, or otherwise with age. I used to hope and pray that I could just be put out of my misery and not have to feel it any more, but as time goes on I think I appreciate any stability and also the small good things in life because I've known so much darkness. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. But now that I'm in my 40s, I'd no longer change it. I hear you.
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