Like a see-saw out of balance Stuck with feet off the ground Kicking against the air Trying to come back down But the grounding of her brain Has become negative space A neurological erosion By all the drugs she takes To bleed her sadness dry So numb to the outside That gravity has given up Trying to hold her down Way down below she sees All the places where she dwelled Before soaring to new heights Where the air is thin and meaningless She kicks her feet at nothing Swinging freely in the breeze With closed eyes she leans back To see if earth will catch her
A prompt from Go Dog Go Café:
Today’s prompt: Write a poem that uses the words negative, balance, and erosion.
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See-Saw. An inspired subject.
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I was inspired too it, but when I went searching Pexels for a photo, apparently see-saws (versus seesaw) inspires a sort of horror in photographers.
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“By all the drugs she takes
To bleed her sadness dry”
Great line. That sums up addiction pretty well.
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We hope it’s addiction and not modern psychiatry. Drugs are drugs.
“One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all”
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Excellent write, tjs!
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Thank you Sara!
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