My friend said that she won't read my poetry until I post it on my blog. Looking back on this year I have not posted much, but I have been writing constantly. Since I last posted early August I have completed my CPA (results pending) and I have been busy at work, busy getting used to a new routine. But my notes app on my phone is collecting poetry. So I will share some tonight:) I'll try and name them as I go. I wrote this one on July 15th, 2021
Flight or fight or freeze.
Oh please.
I never had anywhere to run.
Labyrinth you built,
Drenched in guilt.
For crimes I didn't commit.
Learned so late I'd been gaslit.
You claw your way out.
It isn't an easy road from out there.
Where do you go with no sense of self?
Drown yourself.
In bad choices, late nights, tense words, and big fights.
Or you die from the inside out.
Rot, stew, born anew.
In a therapist's office.
Measure my tears by volume.
Metric litres.
Tangible fears.
Every exhalation feels like a purge.
Your path diverged.
How could you even dream a life like this?
Is it real? Does this exist?
Believe it.
Believe you earned a spot of brightness.
And do something with it.
-Amanda
