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Writer's pictureRosie J.

Free verse...

Sometimes, I write poetry.


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I’ve been having an existential crisis day today.


One of those 'anxiety keeps me up at night & depression keeps me in bed all day' days.


One of those 'I work(ed) my ass off and for what?' days.


I was lied to as a youth, fuck the rose colored glasses days.


I try not to live with regrets about choices I’ve made, but they’re glaring at me today days.


I just want something to call my own.

To validate working my fingers to the bone.


This is not the life I thought I’d lead or where I’d be.


Halfway through, on an aimless mission


Adrift on a sea of debt and well-intentioned decisions


Barely hanging on and hiding behind a guise of perfectionism,


Paddling furiously


Exhausted.


But I must continue.


Must stay busy.


Must occupy every precious moment of my time.


Because if I stop moving

Stop thinking

Stop working

Stop trying to claw my way out.

.

.

.

I will surely drown.

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