Notice of absence from LP2187
will be gone for a week
will be gone for a week
I tell myself that I’m just not okay
I wish I could just listen and believe
Since when did I deserve to be reprieved
The tension in the air brings me dismay
I feel my body starting to decay
My pain and trauma I can still conceive
The terror makes me shout and cry and grieve
Oh please I wish this fear would fade away
But even though my guilt and shame are strong
I push my angst aside and I can see
Although my soul is hurt and torn beneath
My vengeance is all that makes me so wrong
So I remove my rage and I am free
And finally I feel that I can breathe
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Writing does help. And it’s ok not to be ok. We find strength and hope in various ways. Thanks for sharing 🕊🙏🏻
Thank you very much for your kind words, writing definitely does help.
You’re welcome 🕊🙏🏻
Well written and expressed
Thank you
You're welcome
Hopefully the writing can help ease the situation, it is a good thing to acknowledge you do not feel ok and you are allowed to feel that way. Hope you have a better week.
Thank you so much, much appreciated
You are very welcome
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