Discomfort

I can't relate how I feel within metaphor For I'm unpoetic in this frozen state Any move I make ruins my life But stillness means I don't live it I can't paint a poem atop these days See them differently for my own distraction I'm tormented by wanting to defend myself Seeing my own demise within any fight I can't stand it nor reject it Just tear myself apart for my lack of acceptance I should be grateful, I should be grateful Why am I not? I can't breathe

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Ink Empress

Date: 4/24/2024 12:15:00 AM

Oh no, i can understand and imagine that feeling, although sometimes theres so much to be grateful for, etc etc as everyone would say, emotions are real. And its never easy, when overwhelmed. I know that frozen state. When numb too, its one of my worst states of mind , when i cant express through words too: i love the lines here “ I can't relate how I feel within metaphor For I'm unpoetic in this frozen state Any move I make ruins my life“ that hits deep! Poignant and sincere write. Sending you light

Di11y Da11y
Date: 4/24/2024 9:08:00 AM

Thank you Ink, it's amazing to document what can be insurmountable in one moment and eased in the next. We are all just human and sometimes emotions are intense. Thanks for your kind words

Triny Xiang

Date: 4/23/2024 11:15:00 PM

Heart-wrenching poem. If I can add, you are accepted by me. Sometimes when all is winter, there lies the hope of rebirth. You're poetic even in your frozen state.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 4/24/2024 9:06:00 AM

Thank you Triny, these moments do pass quite quickly and it's almost shocking to read back on some poems to reflect on the intensity of how it felt. It helps me not have a short memory though and also to note the bounce back to ok. Retrospect would never pull out feelings like this though, so it's weird what poetry can do that memory can't. Thank you for your kind words