Winter Rest-Excerpt
November
Thinking of the year mostly gone past.
Thinking of the year to come.
Cold, damp air
Clouds, gray
The usual burnout from a long eleven months
where most days felt like groundhog day
My legs are weak,
My body is tired.
My soul is tired.
From trust that has been broken.
Bureaucracies set in their ways
Promises that I haven't seen fulfilled yet
Emotions I still cannot feel
Fatigue that doesn't lift
Addictions I still can't give up
Apologies that will never come
Support that never arrives how I need it
Understanding that is never there
Lack and void that seems can never be filled
I start to write one poem
(which later turns into two)
about these different voices I hear.
These different parts. What they sound like.
What they look like.
How my subconscious and conscious create them.
To let you know that you are not alone in your struggles.
To shatter the idea that I have it all together.
NOT AT ALL.
NOT AT ALL.
I know what it's like to hear the voices.
It is exhausting...
One voice
Two voices
Ten voices
Twenty voices...
This is an excerpt. To read the full poem visit Article Bundle 1 HERE