Grace Heriegel

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Sometimes I wonder if people only react because my time is running out.

Would they care as much if we had forever to carry on?

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I feel like I’m not meant to be in this life

like I’m an imposter walking the earth,

living in someone else’s home,

someone else’s body, someone else’s skin.

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The skin that I live in suffocates me

and it burns.

I must peel it off

to feel free.

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I wish I could slice it open,

or create a drip

to purge all the chaos

and leave a blank slate to start again.

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Why can’t my pain be physical?

Visible?

Put me in a hospital bed

and watch me bleed out for all to see.

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I feel like I’m wandering on a black ocean

and below me the world is on fire.

The depths are filled with smoke;

above me is the light of the end.

I lie above my sea

because I cannot bear to sink again.

©GraceIsobelle, 2024