The space between stimulus and response
Closing in short and fast
Pulled in by all the anxiety, all the survival
That makes me question
the same thing again and again
I reach out for what I need and then
Shame fills up to the brim
Bridges, and dissolves the identities
Of what were once separate
My thoughts, become me
Consume me each day
I try to swim up and break free
To be pulled and drowned yet again
Today a bit more
Than some other days
The ache of reaching out though
Always the same.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2025 08:39
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Indeed we are all out thoughts and we reach out for more. Well written
Thanks a lot for your reflection and support
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