After more trouble sleeping I decided to write a poem on it, on what was keeping me from it.
After attempting my first half-marathon I realized how similar the feeling is to going through an anxiety attack. Here it is how.
When you need to shout in anger, you better make yourself heard, otherwise the anger will just ask for more.
A look into the journey to the bottom of the ocean. I worked on this one for a poetry contest a while back but I didn’t end up sending it, so here it is.
When it haunts you, it’s better to face it than run away
The sunburn from the nightlight Soughed blisters on my skin My throat burned and sizzled With drinks of forgetfulness Yet I could hold no warmth No flare or shine The light sifted through my fingers Like the ashes of those up ahead Like the soil on top of them