Poem -
This Life
Confused, stressed, as one hot mess.
Life’s overwhelming tangles, of society’s expectations. All the responsibility’s we are expected to tend too. Overwhelmed with panic....
Confused, stressed, as one hot mess...worries of all judgments of others
which way should I turn,
leaving me broken with no way to turn.
Lost my sense of direction. What is this life? What is our calling? Why is this life a constant off and on struggle.
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Comments
I can relate. When we lose ourselves the struggles to try and find our way back is a challenge. Not only do we have to find and mend the broken pieces of ourselves we have to worry about judgement for many may not like the outcome of the process. I have lost myself many times before and each time I have grown stronger.