Residing in the space of time
Before a change that will redirect your life
Puts your nerves on edge
In a way that's contradictory
To what you'd expect.
A period full of anxiety
To stuff on down
Because you're supposed to be excited,
Your frown upside-down.
A period of desperation
To escape
The hell you still currently live in;
With your heart shoved closed
In a box labeled, "Truth,"
And a lie up, out of a box
Labeled, "Mask ," knowing it
It will be the cover you need
That sets you free.
A period of unease,
The shelf of knowledge
Where "What's next," is usually kept
Lies empty,
Waiting to be restocked again.
A call on hold -
And when the call ends -
Your life will not be the same.
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Echoes of the Deep
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written over the years dealing with my journey through depression and self-harm. It's a mental health journey. (Also, I've Updated the cover! Final Edition) Trigger warning: lots of my writing is a bit dark - deals wit...
