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Irrational

Irrational  I sat inverted into introspection, ankles wrapped in tension, and focused on my insides, trying to perceive the sensations of the organs, convinced like a hypochondriac that I could feel something there.   Fear imploded into my chest as if my heart had turned to lead, heavy with emotions that didn’t need to exist yet, or at all.   I couldn’t feel the ground when I stood.

None of us can keep it together 100% of the time, especially when we’re afraid. We eventually learn that it’s ok to fall apart. We become pros at putting the pieces back together, so good in fact that most people around us wouldn’t know we were struggling unless we wrote a poem about it and put it on the internet.

–Leanne Rebecca

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Poetry and music.

9 thoughts on “Irrational

  1. There is nothing worse than a thought about a feeling turning into what appears to be a physical manifestation of that fear. You have displayed that fear quite well in your poem. I loved it!

  2. Superb poem. Grounded and painful.
    “so good in fact that most people around us wouldn’t know we were struggling unless we wrote a poem about it and put it on the internet” I’m Assuming this is what you just did. Hang in there.

  3. I hope you are okay. Your poem captured your struggle in a visceral way. Feeling “ungrounded” can cause your whole world to tilt and become disoriented. I hope all levels off for you sooner than later 🙂

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