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Drowning in toxicity

Wondering what will my life be

When will I climb above

What was meant to be true love 

Moving on means nothing but

Paddling inside a futile rut 

The gears of life are all but stuck

And you have to wonder who gives a fuck 

Where are those country roads to home

The ones we’re not meant to walk alone 

The ones that promise the same old song

The ones that take us where we belong 

Find your feet and lose your mind

Unlearn the dark and find the light

Toss the scorn and hold the kind

Tell yourself … you’ll be alright

© hazyshadesofme

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It’s pouring.

I can hear it over the din of the tv and three snoozing pups. Tickling the shingles. Tapping the leaves. Lashing out at whatever comes its way.

And it can feel like it’s beating you. Making everything heavy. Weighted. Pulling you across the pavement. Pouring you into the sewer.

Draining every drop of you.

But there’s another side to rain. A reviving. Replenishing. Quenching. And cleansing side.

It lights the world in a different way. New colours. New vibes. New life.

And sometimes. It’s not breaking your heart.

It’s blessing your windows.

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I often come to this door, but have never turned the key.

Until this time.

This time, I press against the cold steel and watch my fingers curl around the handle and slowly twist. I can tell by the way I inch forward that I believe I’ll have the chance to choose whether or not I want to enter, after I see what’s inside.

But this is not so today.

The door opens and I’m in with such force that my cheeks draw back and my neck strains against the pressure.

It’s so dark.

Lack of light is not the issue. It’s well-lit. Sharply, in fact. Bright fluorescents so exposing, that I can see all of my smudges and every choice I’ve ever made.

Nonetheless, it’s dark in here.

The blaze of light showcases every setting, subject and sonnet I’ve ever engaged in and holds it up to the heat of the glare. The doubt of it all melts and it drips its hot, inky stain over my skin.

There’s often darkness in light.

But whether or not we turn the key, open the door, step inside or flip a switch, it goes both ways. There’s also light to be seen in the darkness.

We just have to imagine it’s there.

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