8:15 pm, Sunday, 18th June
Sometimes, the world feels like an ocean
and I feel like I'm drowning in it –
struggling against the sorrow that presses
against my chest like strong currents
that are dragging me away from a comfort
that I've clung onto for the longest while.
Some days it feels like I've lost myself completely
within the blue haze of opaque liquid
and other days I revel in the hope brought forth
by rays of sunlight that pierce the surface and linger on my skin.
Some days you lose yourself in the darkness and other days
it loses itself challenging the light that shines within you.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
