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Maria Mastay Poem
Words used to come so easily.
They used to wait to be jotted down,
Waiting to be read and shared with many.
Now words fail me.
My thoughts circle the drain, disappearing in an instant.
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Irises color of an ancient oak.
Ancient oak with hues of warm golden honey.
Honey merging into the ancient oak, creating a spellbound glen in those irises.
Irises with such a glow.
Glow only the sun rays catch with their stunning beauty.
Beauty so unique to see in such eyes.
Eyes such an escape from reality.
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Castle walls to protect
Castle walls to hide
Castle walls to sleep peacefully through the night.
Safe haven strong as steel after years of resilience
Always on guard, waiting for it all to fall to pieces.
Surveying from the fort to keep myself safe from the recurring pain from the past.
Pain as sharp as an arrow flying with force that knocks you back to the ground.
Waiting to see if you still bleed from such an old wound.
Waiting to see if you rise from the pain.
Just as a phoenix rises from its own ashes, so do you.
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Water pouring like a soothing rhythm.
A rhythm trying to soothe a restless soul.
Water rising almost to the peak, a faint scent of lavender lingering amongst the bubbles that hover atop the steaming surface.
The warmth summoning me, to come and wash away the uncontrollable moments of today.
Just a girl pouring her heart out, shedding the burdens of the day.
The evidence disappears as her tears meet the faintly scented lavender water.
Water once steaming, slowly losing its warmth just as negative energy rips through the day.
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Just one thought.
Just one action or word.
Now spiraling down tragedy lane.
Stomach in knots, nausea burning the back of my throat.
Breathing turning shallow.
Body temperature too hot yet too cold all at the same time.
Who knew breathing could be so hard.
Focusing on the inhale filling my lungs.
Exhaling to expel the gut-wrenching feeling anxiety so kindly left behind.
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The sense of peace and silence that you bring as you are present is unlike any other.
My soul wants to not just kneel before you but lay down on the earth you created and worship you for the very breath you have given me.
My soul longs for you, my God.
King of the universe.
Yahweh.
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Water rushing, steam rising, accompanied by the scent of citrus.
Breathing in the scent of citrus suds to ground myself.
Trying to keep myself sane.
Water racing down my face, washing away the stress and pain of the day.
No longer drowning the day out with water, back to reality.
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Eyes that burrow their way into my soul.
Bringing out what I do not show or share with most.
Hearing the pain in my words before I see it myself.
Seeing the tears well up in my eyes even when I hide them.
Those eyes colored like a storm over the ocean, blue but with the perfect mixture of grey.
Those stormy blue eyes find their way through my secrets so easily.
Calm yet confident, hyper yet sassy. Just stormy blues.
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I feel like I’m running for my life.
Never a single moment of stopping.
Constantly on the go, as if I tripled my caffeine intake.
Feeling as if I’m being chased by a cheetah, barely escaping the kill.
That constant feeling of doom towering over me.
I just need a moment.
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Survival.
Must push through.
Must make everything normal.
So many masks
So many motions
Masking so well for so many years, who is she?
Not even knowing how to give and receive love.
Tears of old flow occasionally
Leaving burning red eyes in their wake.
Wounds of years past mostly scarred over
Some like lingering scabs, just a scratch, and it would bleed.
Healing isn’t hours, days, weeks, or months.
Healing takes years
Healing doesn’t make it disappear
It just makes it livable.
Forever changed
Never the same.
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