i feel sad today
the kind with pressure built up
just behind my eyes
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i think it’s sadness
from settling back into
an old normalcy
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while this feels better
than the recent depression
theoretically
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i feel sad because
i’m scared i’ll mistake normal
for what it is not
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that i’ll think normal
means good, great even, because
it’s at least not pain
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but absence of pain
is not the presence of joy
those are not the same
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and the old normal
meant comfortable and stagnant
repeating patterns
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do not mistake me
there were glimmering moments
in this old normal
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moments of rapture
of delight, of play, of joy
and i am grateful
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but the old normal
also meant letting problems
persist, reappear
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meant minimizing
“it’s not that big of a deal”
“it’ll get resolved”
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it did not resolve
and all the things i thought were
just not a big deal
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were not, in a way
but instead they were countless
little straws added
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onto weight i held
until my knees finally
buckled, and i fell
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and the straw spilled out
covering every facet
of my little life
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i am scrambling now
to clean up this mess i’ve made
but as it turns out
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straw is hard to see
hard to pick up. it pricks me
gifts me little wounds
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breaks between fingers
even if i try my best
to be so gentle
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my eyes strain looking
so i give up and fumble
feeling with just hands
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with each straw i find
i’m not sure if i should be
rejoicing the win
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or weeping for strain
that i’m not sure how many
more there even are
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metaphor’s breaking
straw can’t really represent
all of my concerns
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i guess my point is
i’m so scared and so confused
and life makes no sense
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and i wish there were
easy answers, and fewer
consequences here
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but of course, there aren’t
isn’t that supposed to be
the point of living?
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what’s that platitude?
something about how challenge
makes life worth living?
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sure. maybe that’s right
and i’m sure i’d agree on
some happier day
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but just not today
today i’m just too tired
can that be enough?