New Normal

 

I'm scared that feeling broken

is the new normal

and by that token

I'll sink further into this

deep abyss

and hold it close.

I'll cradle it in my arms,

ignoring all of those

flashing lights

and blaring alarms.

 

I'm so scared that this is who

I'm always going to be.

The clouds through

which I try to view

the world 

won't part

and  all I'll be left with 

is this

torn ripped heart.

 

I'll forever be that

crumpled ball of paper,

thrown aimlessly at

the bin.

Just never landing,

never smiling.

I'm scared that I'll forget

how that feels,

will I just regret?

Or will I just think

how easily I sink.

 

My heart mourns.

Is this the new norm?

But

I can't sleep in a bed of thorns.

I can’t let them tear at my skin,

I can't take lies ripping

deep and penetrating.

So, I must learn to smile again.

Lift the corners of my mouth

into a grin,

Rather than have them pointing south.

 

Is feeling broken the new normal?

Like a cracked vinyl,

where the needle skips

over and over.

Repeating the same melody,

the same dropped lines.

Spinning into eternity,

like my broken mind.

 

With a kind hand

I'll get through,

I always do,

but is getting by

enough?

Do I want to walk,

or do I want to fly?

Is it too much to want to feel good?

Without hurt souring my mood.

 

 

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