There you are, hidden in the magic.
The mystery of personhood waiting to evolve.
Wishing to be found, but stuck deep within.
Fear shutters the essence of being so much of the time.
It takes courage to push off the debilitating, oppressive hand of inadequacy.
Defeat gives us rage to rise up and out.
Show our true selves or remain comfortably nestled within?
My surroundings easily force me to breathe in the tranquility.
I’m seduced to engage with a nature free from annoyance.
My being is in harmony with the world.
Shhhhh listen to the quiet, you can hear it.
It’s like being gently enveloped by the serene.
All the memories of conflicts dissipate.
Bliss and colors are magnified to a brilliant degree.
All my senses breathe it in deep into the interior of my soul.
And then, I exhale contentment.
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The injurious are on the prowl.
Instinctively my guard goes up.
Hurling words to pierce the psyche.
Expectedly waiting for more of a beat-down.
Another and another and another.
The taunts ricocheting inside me like a ping-pong ball.
Humiliation the game, the victor no one.
I feel desperate and alone. I want to cry.
Fear, sadness, and agony achieved.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this!
Bored, looking for the next target to feel superior to.
I’m exhausted from this continued abuse.
I NEED TO PUSH MYSELF OVER THE EDGE TO FREEDOM.
Food, water, and health.
Give me a day at the beach.
Then I’ve got it all.
Glorious bronze sight.
My hungry mind’s fantasy.
Basking in her gaze.
I’m paying rent to occupy a space in your heart.
It’s a dark, dank unwelcoming place.
It costs me too much.
or release. Battling for air, or life?
Over and over, repeated re-injury of the senses.
It’s what we had.
Dressed in our despair, bonded by pain.
It’s what we shared.
We twisted and contorted, struggled further to gain control.
It’s how we fought.
Every prick of the conscience drained another abscess.
It’s how we learned.
Giving up was not an option.
It’s how we lived.
You harm us all, pal.
I don’t respect your ideas.
Stop pissing on us.
The unaddressed haunts the vitality of the future.
A boiling, hot mess of resentment seething right below the surface.
Repetitively protecting the external while the red-hot hatred burns.
The barely suppressed rage remains coiled inside.
Eventually, it will kill you.