November Rain Poem, by Anya, at My poetic side

I stand in the pain

Of November rain

You ask me where I’ve gone to again

You’ve been so distant lately

I tell you I’m just contemplating

Contemplating what?

I pause

The air stuck in my lungs

The feeling of water filling my airways

There is no easy way to say.

Contemplating my existence

Contemplating everything I’ve worked for

Do I stay or do I go

Contemplating if my life holds any value

Would anyone notice?

Would they feel the relief of my presence suddenly gone?

Would they feel the fresh breath of air, the lightness in the atmosphere?

As I slowly disappear

I tell you it’s easy

I’m just contemplating where to go..

We part our ways

A slow gentle farewell.

I love you my dear, a jagged low bellow

For you are my favorite hello

But my hardest goodbye

Author: Anya (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: November 1st, 2022 18:02
Comment from author about the poem: Tw: depression, chronic illness\r\nHello friends, I have a lifelong chronic health disease called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and POTS. And I suffer from bipolar disorder, anxiety, and major depressive disorder. I often feel a burden for being chronically ill, and I’ve decided to write how I feel. Although it’s hard to find it sometimes, life is worth it. There’s so much we haven’t seen yet. Keep going and remember to use your tools to get you through 💜
Category: Sad
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November Rain