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Title: I let things pile up
I let things pile up,
Books and letters and emails and messages,
Words tucked away,
Where they cannot touch me, or taunt me,
Or drain me or haunt me.
I don’t have the energy.
I let things pile up,
Like a wall of dull metal bricks,
Held together with a cement,
That’s part anxiety, part depression and part laziness,
Part existential being,
I don’t know the ratios of each part.
I let things pile up,
Stories unwritten, words unsaid, deeds undone,
Acts tucked away,
Where they cannot shame me,
Or blame me.
I don’t have the time.
I let things pile up,
Ailments unresolved, prescriptions unfilled,
And there’s water coming through the bricks,
Wetting my feet.
I take down one brick at a time,
It’s weighty in my brittle hands,
Two appear in its place.
I let things pile up,
Sights unseen, roads untraversed, dreams unexplored,
Conversations un-encountered,
Life tucked away,
Where it cannot hurt me.
I don’t know what to say.
I let things pile up,
These small bricks seem insurmountable,
Untenable, I dismantle,
One day at a time,
And the wall stays level,
So I must be fine.
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Yeah, the 'must be fine' is one of those things, I don't tend to be very overt with what I'm going through and a lot of people think that means things are in the past and no longer problems for me.
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Thank you :).
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Yeah, I saw the prompt and this was where my muse immediately went :).
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I'm so pleased that this made you feel less lonely. That's such an important part of making something like this, so we can all feel a little less alone.
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IKR. The energy thing, sometimes it's like even the smallest of things there's just no energy.
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I think I maybe made it sound worse than it was, I was in quite a morose mood. I do get out and enjoy myself. But yeah, often it's hard enough to get through the day, let alone try to do more. I do worry that I'm going to miss out on things in life while trying to make it through one day at a time.
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Life tucked away where it cannot hurt me.
I feeling I think many of us know all too well-- the temptation, if not the really, but adding in depression and anxiety, a very likely reality.
And the conclusion was nice as well! To some degree, maybe that IS what being fine looks like, at least some of the time: coping as best we can, and nothing exploding. Things could be better, but they could also be worse.
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So glad you liked those lines, I was hoping they would work well.
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Good entry.
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Thank you :).
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And I hope you one day find a way to write what you want to write.
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This is a beautiful poem, collection of observations and revelations, words strung together with skill and precision.
So familiar! So rich!
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Thank you, so glad you liked the observations and revelations :)
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Thank you, glad you liked the impact of the repetition :).
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Hot damn, that passage really hit me hard. I can SO relate to this.
This is just so, so powerful. The last line especially!! We always tell ourselves we're fine, even when we're not. Dang. I'll be thinking about this one a while, I'm sure. Excellent work!!
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*Hugs* Yeah IKR, there are different levels of fine.
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