Gravity and Air Pressure

I start here and go back there.

I start there and end up back here

Again.

Too much to take in.

There’s too much to take in.

Information crowds atop  my ignorance

And pushes down on my body.

It is my Air Pressure.

Remnants of my past pull me down

Anchored ’round my feet.

It is my Gravity.

I never feel

strong.

I never feel

right.

I never feel

adjusted.

I’m just surviving the fight.

A little bit easier.

Life should be a little bit easier.

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About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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