Walk in to chaos,
familiar but still unwanted,
less time to squeeze more in,
until everything bursts
and is impossible
to put back together,
or recognise what it
once was.
24:74
Something for me,
only me,
that I will fight for,
be selfish for,
kill for.
This is what you wanted,
right?
So why aren’t you here,
to witness the pain
it has brought.
24:73
Waiting and circling,
praying for the opening
to praise and leave
so the day can end
and everyone can recharge.
24:72
Introduce you to fresh air
and the wonders of pavement,
splatter yourself in rain
and realise how small you are
in this big scary world.
But don’t worry,
we’re here to keep you safe.
24:71
Increase my living
so I’ll waste more
in the same place,
working to afford enjoyment
while running out of time
to use it.
Welcome to the circle,
you can’t get off.
24:70
Made me, carried me,
expelled me when I was ready,
nurtured me, loved me,
raised me to be a person,
to make my choices,
to know what’s right.
You watched me grow,
let me go
to be my own adult,
and it’s in this time
I realise
how much you sacrificed
and how much I love you,
always.
Happy Mother’s Day.
24:69
Wake to confusion
and foggy brain,
wondering why relaxing
seems to feel so hard
and crying as easy
as breathing.
Tomorrow is impossible,
but today was
even worse.
24:68
The little gestures
of extra care,
showing devotion and love
to you above all others
begin to slip,
disappearing with promises
they will return,
but your heart has expanded
to include another
and can’t fit in everything.
What else will be pushed out
to make room?
Which one will be left behind?
24:67
Express pretend acknowledgement,
respect,
and promise what they want
before dragging out excuses
and feigning ignorance
until they give up
and accept themselves as less
than what they’re worth.
24:66
Lazy play,
going through the motions
even though everyone knows
you’re not really trying,
yet you’re still shocked
when they stop responding
and decide life
shouldn’t be wasted
on those who disrespect
their time.
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