I stare -
At the cracks in the ceiling, at the slowly peeling wallpaper, at the carpeted floor with stains -
I cannot focus on reading or tv or anything
There is no "point of interest" to me, everything seems pointless in this moment.
My emotions have been pushed away
I cannot feel anything
Yet, I am trying so hard to keep the tears in
And I don't even know why I want to cry
I just want to let myself loose
And feel something good.
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Author:
Anna Colette (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hold on.
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I love this depiction of disassociation in the midst of so much emotions being held back by a cracking dam. Sort of feels like dying slowly. Allowing yourself to either rot away or explode in emotional hysteria. At least that’s my interpretation. Great piece of writing.
Thank you for reading and replying to my poem. I couldn't put into words how to describe those feelings, but you did it perfectly. Happy New Year 🙂
Oh I’m so glad I wasn’t misinterpreting! The great part about poetry is drawing out an emotion without directly explaining the feeling. Happy new year!
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