I’m not there yet

Georgia Watson

I’m not there yet:

 

I see the world through my own unseen headspace, I see man kind clambering and swarming over a wall they will never get over.

 

I broke the mirror and saw all of the different versions of myself, to try and break myself down is to fail to put myself back together again.

 

I see all of my friends talk, but I can’t hear what they’re saying, because I tell myself it’s over before it’s even started.

 

Starting to sink below the water is a panic sign, and I can’t seem to stop it. Pull me out of the water, but I’m already gone, I’ve lost it.

 

Small brief glances of beauty slaughtered by crushing grief,

 

And everyone is supposedly “getting better”

 

but im not there yet.

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Georgia, this is powerful. Fragmentation, sinking, glimpses of beauty amid grief...you’ve voiced the ache of “not there yet” with striking honesty. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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