why does it hurt so bad to believe that i am capable and that i can be free from my own depression and especially my anxiety? why does anxiety insist on being first?
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why does it hurt so bad to believe that i am capable and that i can be free from my own depression and especially my anxiety? why does anxiety insist on being first?
long time since i’ve paid myself some introspection;
i’ve been floating in the atmosphere of fog,
catching glances of my earth beneath.
the dusting of snow that came with the new year
compels this sober reflection:
2023 was a year of sopor,
of dull dreams in a city of concrete,
of gray cubicles in a cold office,
of commuting down the highway to nowhere.
i’ve resorted to pillaging pharmacies
just to suck up to corporate slavery,
to gruel inside an anxious dominion of time.
the mourning bells have been ringing
not just since this morning's phone call
but since that stubborn lump pulled the rope
set a pace to our grief and its growth
my grandmother lived as well as she could
spun pure class from this world's raw material
you couldn't catch her without her pearls of wisdom
a hospital wouldn't suit her even still
as she took her dying breath in her boudoir
her three children took on the legacy of her potential
her delicate hands, her keen eyes, her strong head
i promise her they will never fall into disuse
the sun has finally set on my grandmother
the bells have stopped ringing
i release her with this topical psalm
in the silence of our separation
my post graduation lifestyle is doing molly every weekend with $8 in my bank account
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