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no way out
I can’t meditate
my insecurities away
escape my past
and numb the leftovers
I can’t talk
my way out
re-telling my story
reaching for better thoughts
without taking perspective
I can’t be dieting
or fasting myself into a better me
reshaping my soul through exercise
my shadow does not dissolve in pleasure
when I trade my body for love
and fuck away loneliness
I can’t feel my tears
without standing in my feelings
when rushing to fix them
I can’t learn to listen deeper
when hiding in busy-ness
or distraction
I can’t express what shows up
when swallowing it for the sake of others
I can’t be kind to myself
without laughing at my foolishness
and erroneous beliefs
I can’t connect with you
without being vulnerable
without ignoring the falsehoods
my wounded mind is whispering