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I am getting used to feeling like I am constantly on edge
Like life is spinning out of control
Like I will explode if I get one more piece of bad news
Like life is stacked against me
Yes, I have faith that I will be ok,
that things will work out,
that God is with me in this journey
that life is still good
Some days it feels like I can’t get a deep breath
like my heart is fluttering
like I am lightheaded and am going to pass out
but physically I am fine
My heart rate is high but strong and steady
my oxygen levels are fine
I am healthy and on the outside
things are fine
But inside is another story
my mind is racing
all of life’s issues running on a constant loop
I feel like a mess
People say to just “Deal with it”
I am trying my very best
I have seen a therapist,
I take meds, and check in frequently with others
Mental Health is very important
If you know someone struggling,
don’t judge or tell them to get it together
Really listen to them, or just hold their hand
i am dizzy right now and i am unable to be able
i simply refuse to reestablish my common sense
i choose stubbornness and it has now caused me mad pain
maybe i will grab my sweety's throw blanket and sleep in front of the chiropractor's door
i am lightheaded right now and i am unable to be able
i create stanzas of excuses moonlighting as poems
i am an unfinished basements salesman specializing in repetitive wolf tickets
maybe i will grab my starlight's forest green furry bathrobe and sleep in front of the orthopedic doctor's door
i am confused right now and i am unable to be able
i am a right handed pitcher of habitual lies in a dry desert
i am a left handed denialologist with only disorted images on the obvious picture
maybe i will borrow my lady's always warm brain and go to the wall of her primary doctor and knock some sense into myself until opening hours
Before her glassy eyes, crystal bubbles seem
to strangely dance.
Slipping down into the water as deeply as she can,
she revels in the liquid warmth enwrapping her.
Such contrast this is to the crispness of the air around her!
Before running her bath, she felt compelled
to turn off all the heat in the house.
Now she reaches for her glass on the edge of the tub.
Bringing it to her lips, she savors one last time the wine,
her one small taste of "heaven"
from the bottle now lying nearly empty
where it spilled out to wet the floor’s cold tiles.
Very relaxed, she sets the glass back down beside her.
It topples over. The woman hears it shatter. . . yet she lies still.
Intoxicated (as was her plan),
she lays the sharp edge of a razor blade against her wrist.
Making sure to clutch it well,
she slices through veins but feels no pain.
Then the other side. . . Red fluid threads
stream among the fading fizz (all that now remains of the dancing bubbles).
And as she drifts off into numbing unconsciousness,
it dawns on her that her tub has somehow become unplugged!
She is too lightheaded. . . too feeble now to move.
The heated fragrant water slowly and steadily subsides.
A sharp chill invades her body.
With her final breaths, the woman thinks of how her one last plan -
to be discovered immersed completely in water -
has ended up just like every other messed up thing she ever did
and how her plan,
like the water of her "perfect" bath,
has just
gone
down
the damn
proverbial
drain.
7/7/13
waking from
a dream of
falling
putting my
bare feet
to wood
floors
lightheaded
two stories
up i need to
walk down
stairs but
unlike a giant
step for man
kind i find
i'm outside
grass growing
between my toes
yet no roots
grounding
me i'm a
live wire
aspiring
to jump
trying to
touch the
moon
so i throw
myself up
in the air
flapping
my arms but
even feathers
fall off of
a bird in
flight
landing
on the
earth
and try as i
might i
can
only try
but i
can
not do
what i want
for i must do
what is not
wanted but
that which i
have to
follow for
it's the law
of
g
r
a
v
i
t
y
Form:
Why does your heart get fluttered so?
And you are feeling happy whenever that person
Is near?
Can’t help but smile
And laugh for no reason
Are you in a state of absolute giddiness
Lightheaded, uncontrollably warm fuzziness?
And clear thinking is definitely out of the way
Lol
You tried to concentrate but it’s no use
And suddenly burst out laughing
You can’t help
But that smile seems stuck on your face
Ok
You got work to do
And you just want to sit here
Thinking of that person
Ahh, you are a bad one
Slacking on the job
But oh well
You are in a trance
Fixed
No cure
Lost cause
You are in the abyss
Flying
Floating
Slipping
You are in an unknown territory
And you are not knowledgeable
Are you going to get lost?
You are not sure
But you know you don’t want to be found
Lost forever
In the hypnotic spell
Ok, wake up
Your co worker is talking to you
:)
My soul flows as powerful as the current of this life that I'm lost in
Sorrows are what they call them, tucked away in my heart still
In this life we will fall some, but we must rise above the struggle
I have been judged and convicted in a courtroom,
and I will still shake the hand of the Judge still
I am torn apart and destroyed by My sins they have crushed me,
I am lightheaded from the loss of blood and the unexpected loss of loved ones
I hear the calm before the storm and yes we will feel the sound of thunder
I've been familiar with the visitation of storms and dealt with them since a young age
I suppose I got more than just power from the struggle
In the moments of silence, I think about the defeats I suffered from these battles
Here I go stepping into another as ever courageous and defiant in the face of fire
I don’t know if it’s the devil who does it or if its just the consequences that derive from my poor choices
I will prosper and receive my portion from the Lord of course I will
I carry my shield of faith like a force field
All doubts cloudy thoughts and the devil will be forced away
I ‘m fortunate I can say it.
Without even the slightest hesitation
Im a legetimate son of God I pass this test here
I have sinned and I will die for my sins and
I walk too far out on the limb and I broke the branch man
I fall off and hallor and the echo of my voice causes an avalanche
Disaster****Disaster***
Falling Stars Disaster*****
**Content warning: depicts abuse (please skip to one of my more lightheaded poems if one needs to).
To you, your abuse began as a game or joke,
so insidious, so quietly inhumane,
a spontaneous, cautionary tale, and yet,
so quickly it transpired into something much more.
Church was unsafe, school was unsafe, and finally -
you made my last safety net, my home - a prison.
I had just turned five, the first time you wrapped your hands
around my throat, and thrust your thumbs through my windpipe.
The weight of both your knees crushed my infantile chest,
so I couldn't possibly, even gasp, for air.
I squirmed, a silent whimper, and tried to break free,
but I was only five, and you were thirty-eight.
Your whole body was like a boulder upon me.
My eyes weeped, and I tried to beg, but had no breath.
My small hands weren't enough to get you off my throat,
and in the end, despite my effort, I'd pass out.
And to you then, I was your lifeless figurine,
your sick play-thing, your ragdoll, your real-life puppet.
Then awake some moments later, gasping for air,
the nightmare continued, with hands around my neck,
until I was so asphyxiated - I shook.
As I lost air, I'd break out into a cold sweat,
my vision blurred and hazy, my voice laboured, coarse.
I would lay there confused, dazed, scared, broken, alone.
When I next awoke, oft a necktie held my hands,
and like clockwork, you'd seethe, spit condescending tones,
shout obscenities, lies, curses - unbeguiling.
Whilst your hands again, found themselves glued to my neck,
suffocating me over and over and over and o'er,
whilst all my dreary eyes, through tears, saw was 'father'.
And, as if my father had not yet been depraved,
he'd oft strip me, of all remaining dignity.
Then once his hours accomplished, his anger unleashed,
he'd leave me unconscious, half-naked, on the floor.
He'd wipe his bloody hands clean and feel 'job well done',
and ensure to lock the bolts on that bedroom door.
09.03.2024
I wish
I could blame
The salt water waves and humidity
High school daydreams
Shoved in his backpack
On the flight to you
Thoughts bouncing off clouds-
How delightful
How impressionable your empathy is
It gets easily lightheaded
After clutching face kind of kisses
And calling you “baby”
His shoes
Neatly in the corner by yours
Quickly turn to
His empty wallet
Collecting sun damage on your counter
With penny worth promises of change
Opening up a suitcase
Of emotional wounds
From demons with the face of old loves
Littering
Your house
But mostly your mind
Until common sense
Got too claustrophobic
Under the weight of him
He concealed
The erraticism
Into an obligation on your finger
A little gleaming distraction
From the disheveled rubble
He left back home
Trying to keep
The dust of me
Under your rug
For I was
Years old intimate boredom
Soothed in tv static
You deserve better
Than his words dripping in honey
That just end up left out to harden
My mind runs like a wolf
I try to slow it down,
pace myself.
But it's set on winning the race,
the race no-one started.
The race no-one else is running,
and yet my mind still demands a challenge
Creating competition for the most simple things
'You have to get over the road before the car passes otherwise your whole family will die.'
Or,
'You need to run up these stairs so the monster of the hallway doesn't grab your feet and pull you back down.'
I find it so hard doing the most easy tasks because my own mind fights me at every turn.
'No, you can't talk to that person because what if you mess up your words and they laugh at you?
It's not being able to sit down in a public place after being stood up for so long because you'll look weird and, why didn't you sit down in the first place?
It's not being able to sit down because when you got there,there was a person in one of the seats and you can't sit next to a person, what happens if they try to start a conversation?
You can't talk to them.
It's not being able to go anywhere by myself, because people might judge how i walk, or how i talk.
It's going to self checkout everywhere I can, because I don't want to feel judged for what i'm buying
At school, i can't ask a teacher for help. In fear they will think less of me and that i'm stupid.
I can't go to another classroom and ask for something, without feeling sick, dizzy and like I don't even need it that much, do I really need to ask?
Do i need to knock?
Knocking on a door.
Seems simple,right?
An easy, simple task.
Right?
Wrong.
I can't knock on the door.
It makes me feel sick,
butterflies in my stomach.
My head starts to spin,
feeling lightheaded.
My mind is running a race.
And once it starts, there's no stopping it.
Lost my energy... tired and exhausted in my body
My longing drives me like a high fever
Just the thought .... feel a bit lightheaded
Am I sick - should I see a doctor
No ... when I think about it ... it's spring fever
Beautiful spring ... long time to wait after a cold winter
Gorgeous birdsong in the air ... I have not waited in vain
Spring snow melts ... Snowdrops, coltsfoot and buds on trees
Taste of summer I must say. . . my time - so beautiful
The air is set with colors - and dipped in beautiful fragrances
I want to plant a little seed in the still cold ground
later the seed grow into a beautiful flower
Spring has opened my heart today -
and I can feel it in my whole body
Now I want to dance - dance with me
19.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)