Poem: Emotional Distress

On the edge of a precipice

I hold on to the most precious

struggling to bind the pieces

it is exhausting

it is emotionally tiring.

For how long can I hold on

will I ever regain hope?

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I cling onto the edge 

watching the rocks of my emotional state 

fall down the cliff

splashing in the water

failing miserably to lift me up

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As the rocks fall, my pockets fill with distress

it’s time to let go they say

I can’t

I still am hopeful 

but don’t be, maybe it won’t get better

I’m not strong

I’m meant to fail.

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Awake I face reality

Asleep I chase my dreams

But you can make a switch

there is hope

no there is not

I can’t put together my broken pieces anymore.

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it’s a sonet of painful tones

an emotional mountain of despair

on my shoulders

and for what?

for hope, you say

my flask has almost none.

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It’s not over

the amount is not significant

it can flourish and you can regain yourself

try, for yourself. 

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Confront your reality

battle the sorrows

chase your dreams

win back your life

amend your heart

believe again.

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Is love too much to ask for?

The world’s lack of true love perforates my mind and soul. Have we become hermits from the fear of loving endlessly, or have we been too damaged that we’ve given up on love? 

Perhaps it is our desire to love, not because we want all the love for ourselves, but because we’re selfless. We become excited at the idea of sharing our passions, thoughts, and struggles, that we become blind to those who will end up inflicting pain, and shattering our hearts into a million pieces. How long can one withstand glueing these fallen pieces, until one collapses in despair, wishing for love to disappear?

What is it that scares people away? Is it that one is perhaps too good, it becomes intimidating? Or do they fear, they’ll give up their own desires? Is it that they/we are afraid of a perfect world; here there’s no wrongdoing, where there’s no pain, where there’s no despair?

These questions shouldn’t even be asked. But there’s hope, we’ll all find the love we’re looking for; romance, friendship, family, nature, the universe. 

Fear should not be in the same place as love, and love shouldn’t replace your past, present, and future. It is what helps us stick together, it is a band of unity and comfort that’s there to remind us, we mean something to someone, or that we mean good for someone or something. It shouldn’t be hard to love, and it should be simple to take a leap of faith. It becomes tiring wishing, praying, hoping that the love we share will reciprocate. 

Is love too much to ask for? Is an answer too much to hope for? 

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