The Hungry Earth

Weather
takes its tole
as mother earth
nibbles and nips
at what was built
by hands and nails
She seeks
to tear down
that which is not
of the earth
and take it in
to digest
and make
it hers.

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The Light Above

Even a little light
is blinding
when you are
trapped
in the bottom
of the darkness
and yet
even that
tiniest bit of light
is welcome,
allowing
awareness
of something
to reach for.

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Not Okay

I… am not okay. I felt myself sliding down the walls of the pit and I clawed at the walls to slow the fall. I thought I’d managed to catch myself and cling to the side…. and then I slid further still. I am not okay. I know this. But I know, too…. that I will be. Eventually.

It is a game of patience. Of waiting. Of remembering that my mind is lying to me, that all the painful whispers picking at my soul are not fact but fiction. I haven’t been this deep for two years now.

Please… please don’t last until April like the last time. Please let me be able to climb those walls back up to the light again soon. Please.

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The Dying Soul

Darkness
and ripples
of gray
swirl above
and I trip
over them
again and again
until knees
and hands
are bloody
and the soul
is raw
and tears flow
to blend
with the rain

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The Shadows

Standing
within the shadows
I see the light
and yet
it is out
of my reach
beyond the stretch
of my fingertips
larger than life
and
I am unable
to taste
it’s warmth
on my skin

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Concealing Chaos

Tangled up
a chaotic mess
its volume
overpowers order
and swallows whole
organization
causing even that
which is
in front of your face
to disappear
as it is swallowed
by the chaos
looming
in the background

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