Redux
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
Originally posted 4/15/2019 on I Write Her.
I Write Her 
Going back to bed is always the best option. Thank you for your beautiful words, Susi.
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Agreed 💯!
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A beautiful piece of poetry.
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Thank you, Diana!
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😊
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Very evocative and relatable poem Susi
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Thanks so much, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome my friend
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I find it interesting your written words in 2019 are so in tune with today. 💕
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Yes, still. It’s really kind of sad. Thanks for reading, Eugenia! <3
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You’re welcome, Susi!
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“we grow accustomed to the dark”
Feels very much like how things are nowadays. Prayerfully, the darkness won’t be around too much longer. 🙏🏾🩵
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Indeed. I sure hope not, but I suspect that is a dream. Thanks for reading, Tre!
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You’re most welcome!
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Such a relatable poem for the bad days captured so well :)
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Thank you so much, Rahul!
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