like a rock.
the knot that doesn't let you sleep.
you close your eyes and pictures plague your brain.
halfway comatose and still,
the knot plagues you.
doubts.anger.hurt.stress.frustration.
coiled up inside, a spring tightly wound ready to explode into fear.
push it to edge of consciousness and drug oneself to sleep, hoping for peace-
which never comes.
i can't face it though.
if i face it, i'll die.
it'll consume me.
and i will no longer feel.
what blatant lies.
how readily i believe.
the darkness will pass.
and light will come.
hope will dawn.
pain does not last.
joy triumphs.
but until then...
Hmmmm. That knot is a beast! It'll keep me from doing EVERYTHING I really want to do. And you hit it on the head. I'll keep it in my back pocket, ready to excuse myself. Thank God for that feeling of hope. Keeping this poem in my back pocket to remind myself of that. Thanks.
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