Poetry

The method

I find it hard to get over some things. 

I find it hard to get over anything– particularly when I’m trapped beneath it. 

Struggling, straining, screaming, against it–While simultaneously aching, aiming, and pining for it. 

I am exhausted and enraptured by my emotional contradictions –I sprint to the finish, I am going this alone. 
I am loving.

 I am living. 

I am continuing my story. 
God damn. I’m lost. But, I am. 
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