Thoughts of Red

my thoughts are conflicting…;;my life is restricting…;; i can’t stop imagining that thin line of red…

and as each drop finds release…;; each thought can escape…;; i couldn’t tell you why i am this way…;; only that i’ve tried to change.

every time i think to reach out…;;my fear eats me whole and i’m filled with doubt…;; no one wants to hear me out…;;no one wants to hear me shout. 

my anxiety speaks louder;; it tells me to find that shiny, sharp object…;; place it in that special, hard to see place…;;push and push and pull and scrape. 

don’t even think about cause and affect…;; you’re a defect…;; defected…;; dead inside. 

run and hide. 

run and hide.

RUN AND HIDE. 

it’s a pattern, my life…;; there’s more than one of me…;; buried inside…;; constantly in a fight…;; fight or flight. 

change the pieces, rearrange the knife

one two three. 

bleed. 

 

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First off, let me introduce the writer of this brilliant and moving poem. Brittannie has been my BFF for over fifteen years. This is a woman who is uplifting and inspirational, eclectic and energetic, and very, very magnetizing. Her artistic skills range from beautiful photography to heartbreaking words in poetry all the way around to intuitive readings, with intoxicating creativity throughout. She has been generous enough to allow me to share her most recent writing. And with that being said, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!