Are We In This Together | Poetry Interlude

are we in this together
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Are we in this together?
What we have here – is constantly unclear.
Different races, like contrasting cuts of leather.
I may be crazy – You may be weird.

Are we in this together?
You have gods I never heard of before.
You’re an introvert – like I was, too.
I say “Hello” but you shut the door. . .

Are we in this together?
He was just striving to give life substance.
Or lay to rest anxiety. . . depression. . .
She just wanted to give writing a chance.

Are we in this together?
Maybe communication is the thing we lack.
If you want to try and make this work. . .
When I leave a comment, do you promise to write back?

Are You on This Ride, Too? © 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Are You on this Ride Too? | Poetry Interlude

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. © 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Sometimes I Find a Blank | Poetry Interlude

sometimes I find
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Sometimes I find a _______.

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

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

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

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

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

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