March 13, 2025
A moment of respite, please,
(I am feeling dragged uncontrollably down the stairs of life).
(I am standing on the precipice of a panic attack).
Life is paralyzing me.
And I also feel so sad,
(How is it possible to be so loved and feel so alone)?
(My expression feels unrecognized, and my voice is silent).
And sadly, my soul feels damned.
I know this is attitude,
(My sadness and I have become such familiar bedfellows).
(So masked are we that we thrive and function in society).
Hiding behind gratitude.
Life is overwhelming me,
(Drowning in a state of lonely, feeling sorry for oneself),
(Broken and embarrassed, we pull ourselves up to be strong).
A moment of respite, please.