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Stuck
As I sit and wonder
Anxiety flows as almost if from a faucet.
I’m stuck in this place and I’m pretending.
Sat between where things meet one side expecting, one side demanding.
Droplets on my eyelids to heavy to wrestle.
When will I learn to move through these things?
It’s like being trapped in mud.
Collecting the trauma like leaves fallen.
All to stuff it down and let it harden with the rest.
Swimming to the surface just for a breath.
Sinking back slowly.
It’s not certain death
Just
Stuck.
Anxiety flows as almost if from a faucet.
I’m stuck in this place and I’m pretending.
Sat between where things meet one side expecting, one side demanding.
Droplets on my eyelids to heavy to wrestle.
When will I learn to move through these things?
It’s like being trapped in mud.
Collecting the trauma like leaves fallen.
All to stuff it down and let it harden with the rest.
Swimming to the surface just for a breath.
Sinking back slowly.
It’s not certain death
Just
Stuck.
Published 14th Aug 2024
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15th Aug 2024 00:51am
hello I'm sorry for your anxiety I know it well it's hard to function but I think or hope writing helps...
15th Aug 2024 2:29am
Thank you for your comment! I like to think that writing does indeed help me!! 💕
