Unwell

December 31, 2018

The last few months have been like a rollercoaster. Even though things are going well in life, I haven't necessarily felt well. There is no explanation for feeling unwell and it's extremely frustrating. This poem is the best way I can explain what it feels like. 

 

It’s a nagging feeling of unease. 

It’s a feeling of dread, without knowing why. 

It’s butterflies in my stomach. 

It’s a mind that can’t think. 

 

It’s the desire to accomplish so much. 

It’s the inability to do … anything. 

 

It’s a heaviness in my entire body. 

It’s numbness. 

It’s tears that won’t flow.

It’s muscles tied in knots. 

It’s a head hung low. 

 

It’s smiling when I want to cry. 

It’s laughing when I want to scream. 

 

It’s wanting to escape, but holding on so tight. 

It’s finding a glimmer of hope to get through another night. 

 

It’s pushing myself. 

It’s taking deep breaths. 

It’s believing tomorrow will be better. 

 

 

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