While thunder overtakes my mind
helpless as a child
a little bit of consciousness is helping me
while my hands throw themselves
while I hit my head against shelves
a little corner of my mind is talking to me calmly
as I'm trembling over my words
as my heart stutters its beats
that little self aware voice is calling for me
do you know what it says?
it says
'I am'
it says
'you are'
it says
'we are'
it says
'the moment'
it says
'you are angry, you are frustrated, you are human, you are sad, you are helpless, you feel depressed, you are at your limit, you feel betrayed, you feel unheard, you feel unseen, you are you,'
and there is something so relieving in those words
it brings me back to myself when I loose it, it's
That little bit of consciousness.
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Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
