Surrounded by Mud
Sometimes don't you just want to scream?
so loud it shakes the roots of your soul to life...
free from all the clotted dirt stagnating its growth
when you are torn between not giving a crap
and giving too much
knowing what you should do
yet being too tired to do any of it
feelings...it is about that isn't it?
feelings...
wanting to let them out
but stifling them instead
shoving them back down into silence where they are temporarily suffocated once again
buried beneath another pile of clotted dirt
beneath the chips or chocolate or 25 Oreos you just ate
and you wonder why it feels like you can't stop
and why it feels like you are never full
and why you have allowed yourself to become unrecognizable
like a bombastic, bloated slug, barely able to move
and why that scream always resurfaces and wants to be let out
so loud it shakes the roots of your soul to life
free from all the clotted dirt stagnating its growth
only to discover...it's surrounded by mud
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