Sometimes, darkness envelops me like a thick blanket, a crushing weight
I cannot see anymore —
I feel like the seed trying to break through the earth and reach for the sun and the sky.
But the clay is heavy —my forever burial
Dare I give birth to myself?
Gestation in the underbelly —
Quietly desperate to stretch and crack and reach for the light
Longing for the rain to melt the soil so that I can burst open and grow into a tree —
I want to become a home for the songbirds
And celebrate the cycle of becoming.
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Ute Luppertz ✨
Seeker of Mysteries - Poet - Animal Lover - Wisdom Keeper 🌿
https://uteluppertz.substack.com/
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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