Torn

October 22, 2015

Take this piece here,
but if it’s not enough
there’s plenty more where that came from

Take this slice
but just a little one
gotta save my reserves for the rest to come

Now look at that –
I’m a little confused
sending mixed messages that make no sense,
let’s revise a bit and I’ll explain
what it is that I really meant

I’m tired, torn,
demanded, adored,
renewed, reborn every day;
it’s nice to feel loved and needed,
but it feels like I’m drained of my blood all day

At critical depletion,
more supplements arrive,
something to save me from the brink
of complete exhaustion,
flash point tension,
an endless communion
which I choose to drink

The boughs still break,
the dam still bursts,
fight or flight awakens dramatically
always leaving behind a crumpled mess
making me question my sanity

Soon enough,
I come to my senses
take in fully what I’m up against
I calm my voices,
displace my fears
then decide I’m doing
my absolute best

Emily ©

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