You made me want to fit myself in the tiniest box
I could shove my soul into,
I feel my whole body burning with anger.
When I know I am so much more than you think,
I should be seeping out of that tiny box,
Expanding myself with a soul that is undefinable
A hearts potential unmeasurable.
That should be me reaching to the galaxy and back
Limitless and free from heart wrenching endeavors.
But it seems life isn't that way
So I just watch everyone else reach for what I can't.
I still ache from every unmistakable challenge
That hits me till I'm dead
every breath getting harder and harder.
Juggling the potential to do so much more
But every challenge is way to often
I'm standing on the train tracks frozen
every train hitting me so hard
It's like phantom pain that you can't get rid of.
A doctor can't fix your pain if it's mental.
I dreamed extraordinary but settled for less than ordinary
So here I am again,
On the train tracks
I know what's coming and I can't be extraordinary
Like them and be broken at the same time.
How can you heal when trauma never stops?
Or be the best you can be when your not even yourself?
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Melancholy - poem
PoetryEnjoy well written poetry that is relatable for many, in short or long entries each chapter. It is sad, motivating, and breathtaking to read with each part relating to things I've been through and others have been through too. It's a well worth it r...
