Will you let me disappear? Slip between the gaps between your bedsheets? Roll under the forgotten mattress? Sink deep beneath your skin.
Will they be able to hear? My voice as its calls and cries and stretches across the room. Bouncing from wall to wall in need of escape. It doesn't falter- it doesn't fall. And yet the noise slips away and sinks low down until it's hidden.
Crumbling piece by piece, the walls that I built, the walls that I grew, surrounding me, capturing me- so I wouldn't fall.
Yet here I am- sinking, falling- trapped. And yet I don't move anymore. I'm frozen, in the moment, beckoning in my keeper, beckoning in my prisoner, hearing to be kept. But the voice inside doesn't still. It keeps calling my name yet.
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Ponderings and Poetry
PoetryThe thoughts and ponderings of a twenty something that wants to make sense of this big bad world. Lots of the poems and descriptions focus on mental health and depression.
