The dawn isn't close enough, yet I am jolted awake from a dream that felt like a time machine, throwing me back to the past, so mean.
Who has resurrected this silly girl I once was? I thought I'd left her buried, dead and forgotten in the past. Now her restless spirit has returned, trying to take over this same old body, heart, and soul, if possible, swallowing me whole.
The current me is struggling to keeps what's been mine all along. Still, she is so damn stubborn, demanding that she too stay in the present. I wouldn't be having this breakdown if she weren't carrying you in her mind.
This is not the time to let her stick around. Perhaps I must exorcise her again, before she starts giving me a lot more than this nonsensical, 3 a.m. breakdown…
R.
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
About a temporary setback in terms of mental health ...