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Paralysis

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It sucks the live

Out of alive

Past pain

It has nothing new to give

Just tells its old familiar litany of woe

Of terrible things that happened so long ago

Under its pull

You feel energy drained from limbs

Pinning you to the spot

From which it is

Impossible to move

Despair is the price you pay

For knowing awful gap between

Heart’s desire and disabling reality

It sucks away your life’s blood

Silencing the possibility of new potentials

Drowning your thoughts

And shrouding your mind in darkness

Dashing all hope for happiness and love

Against harsh rocks of defeat

Numbing tiredness bids you to rest

Then keeps you awake endlessly

Suspending you over

A precipice of oblivion which threatens death

As longing for lost life recedes

Deathly reality reminds you how

Hope, and life and love were stolen so long ago

Empty day drowns out empty night

Stretches along its traces with a deafening tedium

Like lying on fallow ground

Where no new seeds take root

And in this place you long

Only for extinction

For an end to emptiness

Your entire being

Paralysed.

 

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

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8 thoughts on “Paralysis”

  1. That beautiful poem about sums up a bad day or night. When I was little I used to wake up and not be able to move or speak, I’m guessing you’ve experienced this? I hope today is a moving, speaking and new life day. Those clouds can get heavy.

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    1. Luckily I have so few of those kind of days because over the past year with the help of good therapy and learning to move myself out of paralysis of PTSD which can be convincing I dont live there as much. I wrote this more from inside what the experience was like for all of those dark, dark years.

      It sounds like so much was going on in your psyche when you were younger. I used to wet the bed a lot in my childhood due to fear and stress. My paralysis was in later life and I guess being pinned to that hospital bed for 3 months left an impact. The poem seemed to really resonate for others because so many of us go through this.

      Love and hugs D ❤

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      1. Indeed. I can, as many can, relate though I can’t imagine the fearfulness you experienced being hospitalized. The shadows you’re able to articulate have a validating reach. That’s my favorite part of art; we can go back, relieve these experiences and use them to validate someone else’s pain or fear. Love and hugs right back. ❤️

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