2 steps behind
Life’s fine
I’ll survive
Pick up the pace
At some other time.
Seven steps behind
I learn to worry,
It’s quiet now
But rumbling underneath
Is a beast
Too strong for me.
13 steps behind
Daily lessons on anxiety,
It’s turning
I can manage
But as it feeds and grows
I become weaker and slow.
15 steps behind
It’s strong now,
I’m torn apart
Pieces of a person
Glued together by constant pressure,
Constant fear, constant stress,
She’s living with a demon.
17 steps behind
Help me
Help me,
I whisper through drowning tears
It’s turning, tumbling, tilting
Stop it, kill it, save my soul
I’m harbouring a monster
Lying in my own body.
I’ve taught myself to live with the weight of the world
Crushed, beaten, destroyed
So many steps behind
Still learning to walk.
- Author: Harlene ( Offline)
- Published: October 17th, 2022 08:27
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 21
Comments1
People hurt themselves far more than anyone else could. Hits hard.
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