
life is waiting
for us to appear
lacking strength
once again
this blanket of doom
intervenes
feeling wrapped up
in cold dysfunction
held hostage by fear
it stakes a claim
on our courage
strangles it
eyes can’t face the day
legs won’t move
a body screaming
with electricity
the weight of the world
too much
retreat the only option
back to bed
we grow accustomed to the dark
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #81
Been there done that. Sometimes critical mass is reached and into the arms of darkness to rest.
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Yep, sometimes it’s the safest place to be.
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Beautifully penned, Susi!!! Hope you are having a great weekend!!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you, Chuck! About to get together with some friends for dinner and fun! 🙂 Wishing you joy too! ❤
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Amazing poem Susi. Rising above is a great challenge for us all.
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Thanks, Hélène!! Life has challenges that test us constantly, may we always have strength and courage to overcome them. ❤
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Yes, blessings to you Susi.
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And you!
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Life will always have its challenges. It’s up to us to rise up above them. Superb writing, Susi!
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Agreed, Eugenia! Thank you so much for the kind words of support! ❤
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My pleasure!
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😊
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Fade to black …. by Susi Bocks
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A unique take on the birth-to-death cycle … there is a force out there to ground us. I believe in this as I see a family elder ( a medical genius of his times) become totally dependent with a failing physique and mental faculties.
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You’ve been able to pull out a whole new meaning from this than what I had intended but it’s brilliant, Reena! We start off whole and deteriorate, whether we’re talking about life or incidents of depression and anxiety as I was describing. That is very interesting that you picked it up that way. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Reena! ❤
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It happens quite often that readers perceive it another way than the intended meaning, but IMO it adds value to the writing. We don’t really start out whole – we are very dependent in the first few years of life.
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I agree that it adds value! You’re so right that we don’t start out whole, should have used better language. I meant to say, with respect to depression, our lives start whole but then suffer with bouts of illness.
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I agree with that. Self love is highest in infancy.
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Yes, until all the variables of life hit us and screws us up!
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🙂
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Black fogs into gray—
Masts of half the desired height—
Defeated by nature—
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Yes, that’s what it feels like, Jim!
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And I loved your writing this morning. I got so ideated I forgot to say so. Nice work!
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🙂 Thanks, Jim! I’m glad you enjoyed it and that it inspired you!!
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