Why must it always come back?
My nerves are on edge -
Jumping, twitching,
Sending flaming arrows through my flesh,
Disconnected
From both problem and solution.
Yes, it always gets better.
Yes, it always returns.
And I feel like I'm going in circles.
Am I chasing an impossibility?
They say not, and I wish to believe them
But I do not have the patience
Nor do I have the experience
Of age
To guide me through these rapids.
I can only hope and cautiously tread
And wait it out
To be well again.
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
