Deeper down,
Deeper down still,
Deeper down and still,
But higher she rises still.
"I can be pretty if I wear this,
I can feel pretty if I wear that,
But if I feel anything else...
Why couldn't I be like them.
Why can't I feel good as enough as them."
Higher up,
Higher floating,
Higher through the sky,
Her sky,
She can't seem to make enough money to make her happy,
She can't seem to make enough money to feel right,
She can't seem to keep it together for long.
"What I need feels like a fantasy,
What I want I can't yet hold,
What I feel is a muddled struggle of,
Conforming to a game of pretend,
And pretending to conform to what I have created
To seem normal."
A bittersweet divide,
But like a wave it hits, but
Like a wave she keeps on moving.
No matter how much it eats her inside,
No matter how little screams in silence from the inside are heard.
I am that ghostly girl.
And something in me loves it,
Beneath the abyss and above the blue,
I find a bittersweet divide.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoetryThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
