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The Contents of My Pocket

I keep the panic attack In my pocket, untaken In my closed hand My wish is to run on autopilot Minute by minute Until it's fine To not derail Or fall out of the sky Because I pushed myself Into a place of nervous energy Where my wanting to do good, to help Is battling with my instinct to run away My memories are cranking around Trying to disrupt my intent Stacking up win after win Isn't motivating as it Results with you in the same space All my help tumbling into nothing But all important At the same time In exhausting, hard to fathom cycles How did writing this down help The power of one thought That quietens ten As I build from the top for you The foundations Are being deconstructed out of sight And I've forgotten the answers To the old questions That come around again My eyes are heavy But today is done And tomorrow comes Where I am just me Forming words And taking them forward

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Date: 3/21/2023 11:16:00 AM
Very raw and introspective. Well done!
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Date: 3/21/2023 11:21:00 AM
Thanks Paige, that's the beauty of poetry, processing feelings about something rather than remaining in the middle of the feeling. Thank you for your kind words
Date: 3/20/2023 9:59:00 AM
To write your thoughts that you can read them at will at a later date, is a powerful tool to have. That thought is yours to use when you want or need, its like a seed that will grow, and replaces memory, because there it is. I like this poem, maybe what I see, isnt your intent, but it works for me, and I am all important because I AM THE READER !!
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Date: 3/20/2023 10:43:00 AM
Very true Wen, I've often enjoyed a poem more before I found out what it was about. Same with paintings :) you're putting the hours in today!

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