Although able to speak
I cannot translate this emotional state
My narrative remains socially illegible
My Truth is not permissible
Sharing experiences leaves me vulnerable
Open to:
Misdiagnosis
Reinterpretation
Misattribution
Subject to:
Containment that makes you comfortable
less culpable. Causing acceptable harm
Sleep
A pre-Christmas poem that is not jolly. I just wrote this, and I had to post it.
If you didn’t notice, my weekly schedule is out the window (as they say), or up in flames, but it’s almost the end of ’25, so I’ll forgive myself and start fresh in the new year! Maybe! 🙂
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