I've never understood how the world keeps moving,
Yet I stay still.
Unaware that the world is infinitely rotating
Throwing me upside down whenever it desires,
Yet I stay still.
With my feet so cemented to the ground,
My body so cemented to a bed,
That somedays I try to move,
Yet I stay still.
Because that's the thing with gravity.
Its weight might keep me still in this spiraling world,
But sometimes it weighs too much
And some days I want to dance with the movement of the world,
Yet I stay still.
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Poems From a Heavy Heart
ПоэзияA collection of poems that explores heartbreak, the struggles of someone in the LGBT community, love, and mental health struggles such as dissociation, anxiety, depression, and suicidal thoughts.
