Split

The pressure in my chest is immense It needs to split open, spill Then I can assess the damage But I'm holding, just for a minute Damaging every other part of me If I empty my mind, find somewhere Thud, thud, thud. The thought. The right now thought. I can't. "You have it all wrong" No. I'm not wrong. I'm afraid to pray to God As my way through this is to be weaker I could cope if I were weaker But I can't let the tension settle just below I can't be comforted by the aggressor Just let me know my own mind This is the journey To be sure of myself.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 6/25/2024 11:14:00 AM

Your poem makes me think "Hang in there. Things will pass". I also feel asking for help is difficult. This write is memorable.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/25/2024 11:15:00 AM

They always do Hilda, it's nice to use poetry to process the feelings in the moment though x

John Lawless

Date: 6/25/2024 5:01:00 AM

"I could cope if I were weaker"...now there is a thought provoking line DD...methinks me thinker shall ponder it for the rest of the day.....nicely done.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/25/2024 5:06:00 AM

There's never a truer word spoken John, if people don't know they have options then they put up with a lot. But then the freedom of knowing is debilitating, especially if you are good at the 'what ifs'.