the old days.

Like a caged bird with clipped wings,
I feel forced into captivity.
Like a steer confined on the most inhumane factory farm,
I am overwhelmed with fear.
Tears used to fall upon my cheeks, each time that I felt weak.
Like the rain falls upon the grass, early in the crisp, cool morning.
Now, I am numb, and I am frozen in a state of indifference.
The absence of tears like the dry summer of a desperate desert- no life is seen for miles here, just as no emotion is seen in my eyes.
Would I rather be down and possess the ability to cry,
or would I rather be stuck in a state of disillusionment, free (or it seems)
from worry, fear, anger, and the bitter sad, that used to grip to my face, transform my grin and plaster itself to my pores…
How do I feel when I can’t really feel much at all…
Is it as hopeless and down as I felt before?
In this sense have I digressed again?
Moving backwards seems to be my thing.
Tell me please—→
Is sadness really the worst sin?
Is indifference it’s evil twin?
Learning to love and accept myself and my body for what they are,
has proven to be harder by far, than dealing with the controlling demon they call a “disease”…
Is there another way to be set free?
Or will one thing always dominate me?

the old days.


San Francisco, United States

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Dedicated to anyone struggling to love themselves for exactly they way they are..The path is long and terrain is rough, but a journey of 1000 miles does indeed begin with one step.

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