I wish I can fall in a rabbit hole

Lose time and the 1000 worries behind

 

I observe the tension float away like bubbles,

Yet become drenched, uncomfortable as they pop

 

Exposed like a bullseye

My default is to run, hide and cry

 

I am teetering a tight rope

Where a simple “how are you” feels loaded and insincere

 

My current musing:

Is suffering necessary, man-made or all the above

 

I feel tension a mile, even generations away

I speak taboo, triggering with my inflection

 

When I eventually rise,

I know a brilliant path unfolds

I just seem perpetually stuck on this disguise

XO ~DW

 

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