Torn
written by: Sheri M. Stewart
Slip from the stress
choking me from life
twisting and tormenting.
Demands and needs
circling unanswered and wanting blood
my doom unavoidable.
I’m running for the stars,
knowing I can’t make the distance
but having to try.
Knowing I will be ripped back
rocketing forcefully to earth
tangled further in my turmoil.
Reaching from the gutters
straining for the heights
rapidly cycling in my mind.
Ripping holes in my existence
madly tearing myself to pieces
needing that insane pinnacle.
Until then existence laid bare
lying broken in this hell
my mind racing for the heavens again.
I am interested in and fascinated by so many things in the world around me. I am a dreamer and a lover. I endure great pain and sadness. I am bi-polar. I have learned to embrace the many facets of who I am. I chose to view my illness as just another part of what makes me unique. I write as a form of self-expression and art. I share in the hopes that others can identify with my writing and know they are not alone.
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