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Category: Poems
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I burnt myself in the shower today.Not by accident.I got in and turned it up.Slowly.Gradually.It got to the perfect temperature.Then I asked what if I kept going,so I did.When the water touched me next,I couldn’t feel it.It was so hot, it was cold.Numb.My skin felt fine.But underneath the surface,it screamed.I wondered if it was a…
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I’m floating freeBut the waves keep trapping me Waves are supposed to move as oneBut the waves are fractured Waves surround meComing at me from all anglesCrashing into meWave after wave I can’t breatheBut I’m floating,Free I’m not going under I’m floating I’m breathing Free If I trust the water, I can just be I can…
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A realisation I had yesterday… I started at the frontI started strong,with hope,a steady pace. I walk the road with others,surrounded by familiar faces.Faces that are comforting,encouraging. The road is hard,I have fallen behind.I’m being held back,something is holding me back. Familiar faces pass me by,smiling, 1, 2, 3.My hands are getting full,my shoulders are…
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I’m so exhausted. And I feel like that’s all I say at the moment. I don’t know. It’s so frustrating. I really feel like I have nothing to write about, and anything that does come out of me… God it just feels like a cliché or sounds just horrid. I want to be able to…
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I wasn’t going to post this because it’s so raw. I wrote this less than 12 hours after finding out he had passed. There’s no reflection here, no neat resolution. Just disbelief, love and the ache of wanting the world to stop, even for a moment. Writing is the only way I know how to…
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Grief has a strange way of softening the world. Everything looks the same, everything stays the same but it all feels wrapped in something heavier. A fog that makes you ache for warmth. I keep reminding myself that even in all that heaviness, there is still beauty. The mark he left is still here. Fog…
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I wrote this in the first few hours after losing someone I loved deeply. A conversation with something I don’t understand but keep being forced to face. Death. You’re a cruel friend. I’ve thought about you, a lot. I know you’ve thought about me too. But you never come for me, do you? You go for the ones I…
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I struggle to articulate my thoughts sometimes. Often. I can feel the words on my tongue or like a static in my chest,but I cant tune into the frequency. It’s frustrating,It spills out as tears,or as anger. 90% of the time it’s tears. Since I started journaling,letting the words fall out of me, I have…
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You watch me every morning and every evening. It’s our routine. Do you talk to your friend across the hall about me? Do you see what I see? Do you see how I avoid your gaze? I need you (both) though, I can’t avoid you (both) completely. But I find it hard to face you…
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Wrote this right after my diary entry… I needed it out of me. Feeling. Feeling isn’t hard. We all feel. I feel so far apart. I am not here. I am there. Where is there? Not here. I am not. I am not. I am. Here. Here. No. There. Let me be here. Let me…
Becoming, Lucy 