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Confessional poetry -Anxiety
*inspired by a work exercise I had to do for my bibliotherapy course- WORD PROMPT -ANXIETY*
Loss of control
Increased numerical equation
Detract from the value of self-worth.
Mind full
Mind bloated
Aspirations snipped loose by an unearthly, scale driven puppet master
Reduces an entire psyche to a chemical embarrassment.
Good mood desires nourishment
the live to eat philosophy
A heavy burden the beast bears herded in
restricted to forage on cashing out a societal life policy.
A one manned island
ravaged
to its hunger
My winter of Discontent
Winter is the gasping breath
Winter is the stench of decay
Winter’s touch is like paper mache
Winter is sharp enough to drive the gutless into affray
The sight of winter covers the vivid smiles of its seasonal sisters in shades of grey.
Gutted heart
My hearts in my gut
My tears already fall in that tropical fashion
My body already heaves with my breath like a speedy version of listening to the tides pull back and pull in -pushing my head under the ocean and forcing me to taste the entire body of it’s salty tears
A girl’s introspection reflection
She lived a life of colour.
She lived a life of dull.
Throughout her life, she learned
That her desire for instant thrills
Having seen her become a woman who is miraculously
still alive!
Not a corpse waiting for her family to visit her grave mourning what life dispensed.
If her spirit inspired her desire to live as a dissident against the traditionalist life of her own free will.
10 days she was in a coma.
Today, she is alive and her perspective has changed on time,
on her ability to process the strength
She needs to draw upon less selfishness
to make life joyful for the ones who taught her that it’s okay to forget,
It’s okay to lose her way,
It’s all okay,
even when
She decides to instil what her children will impart
whether they take her advice seriously… Or on a whim.
Challenge the elements
A breath of air
Fresh from the battle of morn
A new day has begun.
This has been a tough week for me- in terms of writing especially when I have to I am challenged to condense my words. The pressure to write comes when I’m under extreme pressure. The emotions I’m experiencing before I write are more often than not “negative”.
I wrote ✏️ this Haiku
A breath of air
Fresh from the battle of morn
A new day has begun.
