I’ve encountered what I believe to be
The most crucial point of my existence
Terrified too scared to move
Exhausting patience with my resistance
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Pretty sure I’m losing my mind
Reality has been unkind
The ground is moving under my feet
I’m losing control; it’s hard to sleep
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There are some things I would like to change
But what are they? It’s hard to say
The chain reaction, and domino effect
Would change the image, the mirror reflects?
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It’s time baby boy
It’s time for you to leave
I can feel you linger here
I haven’t been able to grieve
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My sense of self worth has been destroyed
My self esteem a hallow void
All the mirrors must be distorted
The refection I see is a little contorted
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Slowly he creeps,
he slithering his way,
back into unwelcoming arms.
But in the midst of temptation
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Comfortably sleeping
Quiet and moist
Not a worry except
For the freedom of choice
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In the morning when I wake,
It starts.
As soon as I open my eyes.
Regrets of the day before
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We are critical in nature
With derogatory thoughts
Belittling one another
By indicating faults
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A Promise of a new beginning
A chance to forget the past
I’ve licked my wounds
To prevent the scars
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Forgive and forget
That's what they preach
Them and their infinate wisdom
Who are they to judge?
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My name is Teresa, I am originally from Hamilton Ont but I was raised in Dartmouth Nova Scotia. I have had an interesting life a lot of surprises and unfortunate experiences I guess that's what makes it easy for me to write. I use my poems as a kind of therapy, it seems to help. I haven’t been able to write about the happier times in life so you won’t ever see any about love, bubbles and pretty little flowers.)
Decide
I’ve encountered what I believe to be
The most crucial point of my existence
Terrified too scared to move
Exhausting patience with my resistance
Unable to make the right decision
So constantly reassessing my position
Looking from All possible angles
To envision a conclusion
I’ve been standing here despite the fact
That time keeps ticking on
Disturbed with the thought of
What if the choice I make is wrong?