Shreds of Paper & Spilled Ink
I should probably go to therapy
but I live in the greatest city in the world,
the city that never sleeps
because we’re all clinically anxious,
running at a frequency
higher than the rest of society,
which makes finding a therapist
who is in network
with availability
harder than pulling the sword from the stone,
so instead,
I will write you these letters
expressing what my inner self
will not allow me to say aloud,
tearing them up,
knowing I will never see you again,
that you will never stumble across them,
but so as to metaphorically rip your presence from my life,
maybe I should go to therapy,
but for now
my frequency will reverberate with those I am surrounded by,
allowing my madness to spark my creativity,
drowning the thoughts
and emotions of you
in shreds of paper and spilled ink
-POE(MS)
Absolutely love and relate to this poem so much. Thank you for sharing!
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