My 26th Birthday Project: Day 3

 

LET’S GO TO THE PLACE WHERE NOTHING GROWS

Sometimes I forget,

I forget my name, I forget my strength, I forget my peace

At that moment there is nothing

Nothing but the voice, low and persistent.

Listing my flaws, failures, and all things black and grey

In the nothingness, there is no rock, no shelter, no comfort

So why do I let myself get pulled in?

No obvious signs of struggle, I simply let it,

And then I drown

I drown in words I keep hidden in the shadows

I drown in words I stifle and completely refuse to verbalize

I drown in words ill-fitting, and absolutely unkind

Who am I then?

 Why do I come to a place where nothing grows and hope withers?

The voice is low and unyielding, “You like being down and pitiful because it’s much easier than trying”