Emptiness sets in
Fear of being left begins All the good feels What’s the big deal It can be taken away in an instant I’m anything but invince – able I’m crying so hard inside But my eyes, they stay dry No matter how much I try I can’t kick the habit How do I feel safe How can I win a competitiveless race When will I get into the headspace When all my fears and traumas have been erased Dreaming about the impossible Walking around volatile On the eggshells of my soul My wounded soul What if I were to be so bold To separate my trials from my soul’s gold Identification It’s abrasive Bird’s Eye view says it’s all good On the ground, I dream I could Release the shackles of my mind Relentlessly cruel and anything but kind Now I told you, You can’t stay You’re about to walk away Follow my self-fulfilling prophec-ay What’s more lovable? Toxic fungi Leave me alone I’m still finding my home I can’t handle the stress Of trying to impress This dress is just a layer And so is my skin There’s no way I can let you in There’s too much fear and dread First I let you in my head Then I let you in my pants Perfect Romance Breeds the most tragic dance Toward the hell that is my mind A bigger chocolate cake I cannot find And glass of wine, or maybe two There’s really nothing else I can do I feel like I deserve the pleasure But commitment is a different measure Of my worth Of which there is a dearth Did I mention I’m in therapy For self-worth?
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Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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