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Binding ties that grip the mind
Reality speaks, but so unkind
Fails to bring the healing vibe
Reminding me, things don’t jibe
Exhausted, as I trip and fall
No balance in this body, small
Wonder what it was I did not do
Always asking why, but never knew
Poisoned, I come down a notch
While others stop, and stare, and watch
As momentum drags me to my knees
Ugh! Dear God, I’m begging, please
Release my being, from this evil ride
That leaves me on the edge, wayside
Author’s note: I am fine. I wrote this because so many of my friends, as well as myself, are going through so many health issues, all of us, who grew up together. You have to wonder….
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hits home..
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Yeah, sorry. I suppose I need to put in a trigger warning. I never think about that 😦 I’m sorry…
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Having suffered from quite sever anxiety/depression, I can certainly relate to this poem. Very heartfelt and moving, thank you.
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I’m so sorry, Bernie. I’ve been down the road, so I know. Be well, my friend 🙂
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This hit a familiar nerve within myself….Nicely done.
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Thanks, John. I think it hits a nerve for many of us, sad to say …
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