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Turning around

I haven't got an idea for this But I breathed in today Filled my lungs to capacity And people had rallied, I saw them I felt somewhat significant And in-between my sadness I still make people smile Saw myself, momentarily From one moment to the next The worst being fear Having to say "I'm frightened" Though unable to vocalise why No sensible thing to say but... "I'm frightened" It makes me sad, of course it does That as an adult that's true of me But at the end of this day I wasn't left to cry

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I Am Anaya

Date: 6/5/2024 12:31:00 PM

Fright is not easy to describe it seems. We just know that all's well that ends well, most of the time. It's that agony in the first few minutes...your innocence carries through with divinity and poetry DD.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/5/2024 10:30:00 PM

Thank you Anaya - it's a horrible feeling, particularly when it can't be articulated to enable anyone to feel they can help. I was supported though and even though I drift back into that feeling, it's good to know it's transient and just a response to things that happened. I'm quite hardy really - just very self aware x

Mike Bayles

Date: 6/2/2024 9:21:00 PM

This poem shows a conflict between what you want to say, and what you feel you can say.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/3/2024 11:53:00 AM

Kind of, more so just fear of overwhelm - it's horrible to teeter in that space... I was fine though. Thank you for your comment

David Kavanagh

Date: 6/1/2024 3:31:00 PM

You certainly have a way of capturing these inner inexplicable sensations Dilly, I’m not sure there is any single medical term for what you’re expressing here other than general anxiety, but we all know there is far more going on within us beings than we can reason with! Excellently expressed, captcha AB8 (abate) hopefully, cheers David

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/1/2024 3:46:00 PM

Those captcha's do like to resonate with the poems :) at least I'm aware and I also am very honest about it and these days will reach out to friends to steady a spiral. I do try and sit it out quite a lot too as I know it will pass but it's quite painful experiencing it alone. It's bizarre too as if I don't tell anyone they don't know. Everyone acts normal - even me. Plus I'm not even anxious about the stuff most people are anxious about - I really wish I could work out some trades... Thanks for your comment

Paul Willason

Date: 6/1/2024 3:45:00 AM

A moving poem, hovering in that moment when emotion wells within but remains nameless apart from the general label of 'fear'. Familiar territory....spoke to me DD

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/1/2024 3:39:00 PM

Thanks Paul, it was pretty horrible at that moment in time. There's something magical with human connection though and the way I can come out the other side. The only problem is I haven't figured out how to ensure it doesn't happen again, not yet anyway. Thanks for your supportive comment x

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/31/2024 7:25:00 PM

I enjoy this poem of fears and emotion. I like the last words that give hope.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/1/2024 3:36:00 PM

Thank you Hilda x

Mat Ignacio

Date: 5/31/2024 3:31:00 PM

trying to articulate the intangible to the world around us - there are certain depths that are better left for these and other modes of artistic expression - well said

Di11y Da11y
Date: 5/31/2024 3:35:00 PM

Thanks Mat, some days bring more challenges than others and despite being all about words I wish I didn't have to speak at all to explain certain things. I get lost in the back story of when it began then welcome the moment where I'm moving forward again. I appreciate you stopping by, thank you