My feelings are a lot for me to bare
but at this point someone needs to listen – Hear care to share the despair.
It’s personal because it’s uncomfortable
It’s personal because it’s sad
It’s personal because
I’m the “strong one”
What do I do with these malicious foreign feelings?
How do I navigate feelings that leave the worst taste?
It’s personal because it’s not perfect, it’s not wrapped in a pretty package. It’s not presentable or acceptable.
It’s raw, crippling and tiring. The rough waves hit me, Leaving me with no other choice than waiting -Wait it out, it’s part of the process- daydreaming, waiting for the heavy hurtful tides to pass.
Peace be still
I know I don’t quit. I am the strong one and something other than myself makes me tick
– Accepting the waves