Injected inside me,
I was calm now paranoid,
Like I didn’t have a care,
Couldn’t see myself,
Like the way, I did before,
I am changing,
At a rapid pace,
I couldn’t catch myself,
I couldn’t see face,
Laced with this oddity,
All I want to do is sob,
But something deep inside,
Said you better get on your job,
Life is hard,
It’s also a bittersweet,
I can’t always walk you to the water,
Some days at the water we will have to meet.
This poem is about not understanding the weird feelings your mind is going through. You are constantly trying to figure out your thinking patterns and why certain things are done in unlikely specific ways.
Thanks for tuning into this series, “Peeping Through The Window” where we are looking outside at ourselves from the inside. We are through the motions of disbelief, frantic, and confusion. It is at certain moments we see relief and acceptance and figure out what’s our next play. What will be the next move to do after seeing what has been going on.
Catch up on the series: Episodes:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15| 16
17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24
25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31
Thanks for reading…
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