Do you know the feeling
When you're screaming
And it just doesn't hurt
Because you feel nothing?
Do you know the feeling
When you're dancing
And feel like the world is yours
And you don't worry about anything
Because you have a place to go
And a bed to sleep
And food to eat
And two beautiful dogs to play with?
I used to feel these things
But now I'm addicted to my phone
And I can't go anywhere alone
I'm always in my room
Instead of enjoying
Spending time with my dogs
I just tell myself
"One more game"
And it turns to
One more day
And I just don't know how.
I wanna be different
But I just can't
Please help me fix that...
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Well Written Ma'am.
This is so true! Our phones offer us simplicity of life and complexity of life wrapped in one. I was watching people on the train recently, and everyone had their faces and minds buried in their phone screens. We have become slaves to these little devices and whatever they feed us.
Anna, this a wonderful, gut wrenching poem. I know what it’s like to feel nothing. I felt nothing for years. Even when we celebrated our daughter’s college graduation, instead of feeling pride and joy I was numb with exhaustion instead. I was inauthentic. I had pretended to be the Alpha Hard Ass in the military for so long that my true self was buried under the filth and detritus of decades of self hatred. After our daughter’ graduation, I was so ashamed of my lack of feeling that I resolved to reawaken the child I had buried. I did it through writing and the conscious practice of self-love. Those things that I had done in the past to anesthetize myself that I had always referred to as rewards I renamed as punishment. I stopped referring to things that hurt me as good, and those things that required discipline and dedication as bad. What we think today is who we become tomorrow. We can change our chemistry by changing our personal narrative. I care and love myself more now than I ever had in the past. When I presided over my daughter and son-in-laws wedding years later, I wept when I spoke and felt such love and pride in both of them. I don’t wish to over share and I apologize if I have offended you. This is my honest response to your beautiful poem.
Fantastic writing.