Sometimes I take a shower
Just to wash off the day
The baggage I’ve picked up
along the way
The anxiety, the fears
The worries, the tears
The sticky residue
Enveloping my flesh
The water is scalding
I accept nothing less
From sunrise to sundown
My mind takes a toll
But immersed in the water
I’m cleansing my soul
Goodbye anxiety goodbye fears
Goodbye worries goodbye tears
To all the ugly from this day
I bid you adieu
And I emerge Refreshed
Reborn, anew.
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Megan Osborn
I love hiking, traveling, baking, and spending as much time as possible outside. Writing has been a hobby of mine for a long time and I'm excited to share it with the world.
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Day 4 of Quitting
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.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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