Old responses.
Ingrained.
Unnoticed.
Tempers quicken.
Fists unclench.
Take a breath.
Listen to what is said before you respond.
Old responses.
Ingrained.
Unnoticed.
Tempers quicken.
Fists unclench.
Take a breath.
Listen to what is said before you respond.
It was a long time ago.
I barely remember.
But the way I felt
I will never forget.
The helplessness.
The despair.
The anger.
The apathy that encompassed my life.
Somehow I broke out
And then my life got better.
But those days of wanting to no longer exist
Still haunt me.
Just that now
They are reminders of what I have to lose.
Playing with your mind.
What if?
Could it be?
I think I know!!!
Conspiracies darken your thoughts
when theories run out of control.
I have this theory.
Consistency.
A routine.
The ability to make lists
and stick with them.
Understanding.
Why I feel so alone.
Insightful.
Deep.
Referencing moments.
Life experiences.
Wandering lost.
Found.
Gone.
Wisdom of the self.
Falling off?
Just feels that way.
Sore and achy?
Everyday.
All day.
Tired and slow?
I’ll let you know if I ever get there.
Fuzzy on the feet.
Hands wrapped about the mug.
Sipping cautiously.
Enjoying the view through the window.
Panic.
Dread.
Important?
Good news.
Unlikely.
Won’t know until it is opened.
Quietly waiting for it to be delivered.
Anxiety spiking through the roof.
Certain places.
Certain times.
Certain sounds.
She finds me.
Puts her head against me
and demand I pet her.
Life is not what was expected.
Things turn out strangely.
Different aspects keep coming up.
Yet, you know who you are.
No one can take that away from you.
No matter how hard they try.