Flattened

Pandemic Blues

Both images used with permission by elseq

Spread so thin, in shamed skin
Gutted.. in this world’s sin
The residuals of the pandemic — isolation, injustice, senseless murders, relationship pressures, deep childhood therapy and addiction, and …
doubt and dread…

Filled my head

Stuck in repeating cycles and mixed tapes
My head spinning, my fierceness raped
By weariness and fear
My inner goddess I hold so dear
Was left to flee and get lost

…in the atmosphere

I find moments of hope
Deep therapy work has helped me discover lots of clarity and awareness
But boy has it been h.a.r.d.
And oh how I have grown!
And I am utterly exhausted, t.i.r.e.d beyond belief

And praying for relief

I’ve fallen back and grown, been lost and found a million times
I’ve gone to the depths of despair
And then cleared my lungs again for air
The pandemic brought me down. but also cleared the way
If there is one thing I can say
The thing that brings me to my knees and pray

Is that I am 371 days sober today!

Changed in many ways
Swimming in residuals
Rise from the ground up

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