Psyched Psyche

Taking a page of how I go through my process of getting myself through the day especially during bouts of depression. At the time I wrote this, I was going through an unexpected wave of it. It felt like a knockout punch to the face as I was supposed to be happy at the time, having my partner around and being elated but something triggered a memory and I spiralled.

Breathless...

because we choked on our tears

Fears overwhelm

like undercurrents that bring us 

to a place we don't expect


Neurons misfire

Miscommunicate

causing fingers to tremble

like earthquakes


A constant reminder

That your own body

isn't in your control

A time frame when

all senses escape

Reality is misplaced


Drowning in sorrow

isn't the same as 

drowning your sorrows


Guilt buried deep in our skin

Seeping through subcutaneous regrets and resentment 

Dermal disdained memories

Visceral feelings of churning discomfort

 

A whiskey a day to keep the monkeys away

Dry djinn spells and eerie absinthe nights dwell

Voices of past lovers dance on our eardrums

Beating distasteful, unappetizing remarks into the vibrations of our being


Finding breath in overcoming

Jumping hurdles like manipulating gag reflexes to suit the circumstances

Once it's over, you brace for next one

Flinching less and cringing exclamations.


We seek refuge in silence of the deep grottos

We grant wishes and never seek riches

Granted we were workers and not the chosen

But our labour will never be forgotten

Not by the broken but the enlightened.


- Swit Marie

0726H 25h August 2019

Scotts



Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.


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