Are You on this Ride Too? | Poetry Remix No. 69

Riding on this Rollercoaster. are you on this ride too
Photo by Haley Lawrence on Unsplash

Are you on this ride too?
Seems like the wait is taking a long time.
It’s been a while but I’m not closer.
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be fine. . .

Are you on this ride as well?
After a while I’ve learned all its turns.
There’s no shake or jolt that will surprise me.
But after every ride, the beast still yearns.

Anxiety rises until it breaks,
Pumping faster and faster through my heart.
Just to dive through tunnels of depression.
And when it ends, we’ll be back at the start.

Are you going to ride again?
Just another pill to drop down the mouth.
Hope for the best before leaving your house.

I wrote this poem in response to my thyroid medicine. Thyroiditis can lead to all sorts of emotional disturbances, including anxiety, depression or even a while ride between both. Getting put on medicine can alter your hormones and emotions as well – just making for a harder ride – while just hoping the right dosage will be found and you can finally have peace.

I hope you’re not on this ride, too.

Sometimes I find a blank. . . Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Sometimes I Find a Blank | Short Poem No. 125

sometimes I find
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Sometimes I find a _______.

Sometimes
I shut my eyes.
I ask myself how I feel.
I am my best therapist.
Am I my best therapist?

Sometimes
I ask myself
What am I hiding
(hiding or hiding from?)
in the basement of my mind.
My conscience calls
But alas, no answer.

Sometimes
I’m disheartened
To search myself
And discover nothing.
I come home
empty handed.

Sometimes
I find a monster
like that from a
Stephen King novel
and I regret
I ever searched
in the first place.

What do you find
When you search
Sometimes?

Or do you move
from place to place
with the same, old box
Always sealed?

A Lonely Pinwheel. Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware. © TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

We Met in the Rain | Collab. with Cassa Bassa

we met in the rain
Photo by Julius Drost on Unsplash

When we were lonely, we met in the rain.
We only stood and stared at each other.
We shared comfort in misery and pain.
And in the raindrops, our tears found cover. . .

Our own silence was louder than the storm.
But we found heat in the palms of our hands.
You became the jacket to keep me warm.
Is this love? My anxiety expands.

But you only love me when you’re lonely.
You only call me when you are in pain.
You no longer call me like you know me.
I guess this is how it feels to “betray.”

Friend, there’s times and seasons for everything.
For both being away and to embrace.
The monsoon season gave no covering.
When it subsided we both felt out of place.

But every time I met your tear filled gaze.
My reflection was nowhere in hiding.
My heart sank deep into a hopeless place.
I prayed for our friendship never ending.

Click Here to check out our last collaboration, “Popcorn Romance.” Cassa Bassa’s Blog: https://flickerofthoughts.com/. © Cassa Bassa & TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.