
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
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! <3
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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. <3
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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! <3
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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! <3
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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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