I don't dare admit it to myself
to my friends
to my family
I'm embarrassed
ashamed
scared of what could be
I have to find ways to sneakily deal with it
without anyone noticing
I hate myself for it
I hate the way my life has gone
for not fixing it while I had the chance.
I don't know how to stop it
how to change it
I try different ways
but it doesn't do much.
The answer may require facing one of my worst fears
that other people would laugh at if they knew.
I keep secrets
even from myself.
Prompt for 2025-26 challenges:
Character connections: In poetry or prose, write about a connection - whether positive, negative, or neutral - between two characters or yourself and a character.
I am tormented by slight movements
even silence is hurting me
reality seems to be strobing
or something like it -
I've yet to learn how to explain these moments to others,
even myself.
It's not normal,
This is the worst kind of anticipation
this anticipation isn't just fear of what is to come
it's laced around the edges with knowledge of how it went last time
of how a repeat of last year is most likely inevitable.
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