Sitting down feeling terrified
I have nothing but joy ahead
8 weeks until my son arrives, with it comes a year from work
ive never not worked
what is going to happen?
will my brain come with me?
I’m scared of becoming a mindless creature of habit.
I feel guilt as the worry and anxiety emerges
I should be ecstatic right now shouldnt i?
I have been writing poetry for some time now and it’s something I love doing.
Although I have been doing it for years this is the first time I’ve put it out there online.
I have come to the conclusion I cannot hope to get better without fair and just reviews.
If you read my poetry, first of all thank you. I hope you enjoyed it, but also please feel free to tell me why you did or didn’t like it. Only then can I hope to improve.
Thank you very much in advance.
Hjsa
This is one of the first poems that i ever heard and i instantly fell in love.
Self pity
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
a small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself
– DH Lwarence
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Pain is a funny thing that everyone encounters
Emotional
Physical
Both hard to deal with and yet both completely different.
The gauze that hangs over everything. The bleakness…..grey, damp, cold, lonely.
When lulled into a false sense of security, pain creeps up and stabs you in the heart and stomach slowly pulling you apart.
You can cry until there are no more tears, fall asleep and find courage in the blankness of sleep, ready to go through it all again tomorrow.
The wort part isn’t the excruciating pulling its the nothingness, the numbness, no feeling.
The worst pain is no pain at all
HJSA
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