Not today. tw poem

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Some days,
I can pretend my body is mine.
But not today.

Today, your hands are on me again.
Your breath in my ear.
Your weight crushing the air from my chest.

I smell the room.
I taste the fear.
My nails curl,
remembering the skin they could not break.

I am back there—
helpless, choking,
screaming into silence.

And it’s you.
It’s always you.
Ripping through my skin
from the inside out.

Some days I win.
But not today

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userfawkes1105

Everything is meaningless even the traumas it’s how u pick yourself up where the joy resides. But once you overcome life again becomes meaningless. The randomness of the wicked success and the down fall of the righteous is also meaningless. The struggle itself is the only place where hope dwells.

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userfawkes1105

@kodiac i guess its close to that video..but once i was there i humbled myself knowing i got myself there and humbled myself enough to know i wasnt doing a good job so i reached out to my creator. letting go of my pride was not easy and admiting i needed help was also not easy

"The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?"
— Jeremiah 17:9

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight."
— Proverbs 3:5-6