Whirling dreams combust as fireworks.
I have trouble breathing because of the kitty-litter-infested-old-house that sat on my chest.
But not to worry,
it’s gone now.
She takes such sick pleasure in seeing me edge the waters of embarrassment, discomfort, or pain.
Sadistic.
Covertly, she covers herself with a false sense of kindness.
Hostess of undiscovered misery.
How could I have ever imagined that life was worth the living with her?
The emotional zapping of life from my every thought…
There’s a whole story in my mind rolling forth most of the time.
It’s a good thing I didn’t get arrested for all the crimes I dreamed that I committed.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Some of life's lessons are painful to us, but it pushes us to put press in closer to the Holy Spirit for comfort and wisdom. 😇
It’s interesting to think back on what we accepted as normal, what we put up with, and how we conformed to fit an expectation. It was perhaps a way for us to survive. It made some family and friends “happy” - even though they criticized and complained. In the end, all our efforts to please others just forced us into a tragic and meaningless malaise.
I hear you on the crimes of the mind.
powerful! Komal depicts your poem precisely...
Whew this one hits like a gut-punch wrapped in velvet. I hope peace starts finding you in sneaky little ways. You deserve real ease, not just survival.✨🙌
This one slices deep with every line. Great poem!
This reads like a rough emotional journey. I've had similar feelings of being drained.