
via Addicted to Success
When you have made the calls
And sent the messages, the texts, the emails
That you feel are only the truly fair ones to send
And you still end up alone in your full mind
With it buzzing away and you not being able to reign it in
You turn to your list of “coping skills”
There is a brief moment where you feel hope
But in your gut, decidedly, you can sense the pointlessness
It is in this position that you find yourself, once again
Full of words, with no one to spill them to
In a situation where you would feel it is fair
To release all of the blackness into another’s ear
And so you sit with the feelings
Because wise ones told you if you rolled with the emotion
Rolling like a wave
That it would go away.
With time, apparently, though who knows how much.
Rose, what a powerful poem. And this phase will pass.
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