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Forgotten.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jul 2
  • 2 min read

I have forgotten teenage angst.


I have forgotten happiness.


I have forgotten who I was.


I have forgotten what hormones feel like.


I have forgotten companionship and friendships.


I have forgotten laughter on way too many days.


I have forgotten patience, within myself and others.


I have forgotten the art of socializing.


I don't truly care to leave my house.


At times the sadness I feel so overwhelming and heavy; feeling paralyzed by the easiest of tasks that all I can do it sit.


I have not forgotten that I trust no one.


I have not forgotten I can't just give up.


I have not forgotten I am someone who is whole inside of this broken person.


But I have forgotten to give myself grace.


I have not forgotten the anger that lives deep inside me about so many different things and people.


Anger at myself and others.


I have not forgotten my temper.


Some days I find myself looking in the mirror and wondering who is staring back.


We are all a work in progress, I just wish the progress and the process was a lot faster and easier to see.


I guess I'll just keep wearing my glasses in hopes that I will have my day to see more clearly.


Until then, it's minute to minute.


Another day, another broken appliance as I like to say, these days that appliance has been my heart.


Just kidding.


I will just pass the time worrying about my broken washing machine, dryer, and now air conditioner and the appliances I can see.


Cheers kiddos, we have got this, kind of.


I have not forgotten how to try, and I guess that is what matters most.


Anyone know some good repair people?


Xoxo,

C.



 
 
 

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