If I could stop myself feeling, would I tear it out of me?
No, but I would cut this feeling from me.
Dig deeper for focus on possible positives.
If I could remove all the reminders, and the memories to make it hurt less, should I try to silence all?
I need to feel. I need to know. I need to hang onto hope.
No matter how little remains.
If I could wake up tomorrow energised, refreshed, no longer tired and raring to go, would I sleep peacefully now?
I know I can. Yet I can’t. I should. But, I won’t.
I try to release the anger. The pain. The worry.
Should I desperately reach out for hope and determination, clutching it to my heart?
Kick back the snapping, snarling, scrappy black dogs at the feet of my bed.
Today ends soon. Tomorrow starts immediately. Onwards.
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