by Saerelune   Feb 9, 2020

It's like my brain is running
a clumsy marathon, with one leg
kicking against my head
until it got amputated.

I misplace my water bottle,
my keys, my memories, and
my childhood is a broken mirror
I cannot piece together.

My mind becomes dyslexic
to those who spell out
their praise to me;
each well-willing breath

pushing me on this tightrope
between life and death,
where a mist of tears
clouds my sense of height.

Every day.

2:25 AM


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    Saerelune, I'm sorry you are feeling this way. It's so hard to get through a day when you're fighting your own thoughts. Hugs you-

    • 1 week ago

      by Saerelune

      Thanks for your empathy and encouragement Brenda!

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