A poem about skewed priorities.
Emergence / Emergency. I wrote a version of this many years ago and found it recently. There were a couple of edits, but not much. It was me, and still is me. A simple idea written in complicated language.
I stumbled upon this poem I wrote about six years ago when I was experiencing such overwhelming panic and simultaneous bouts of depression that I contemplated ending my life. I am not ashamed to wear my psychic pain in plain sight. I’m glad I’m here today to share this, while healthy and very much alive.
A poem about dealing with trying not to give into the internal chaos while environmental chaos tries to engulf you