The Worst Good Dream-Sevenling


I am full.
A multi-color carousel of wonder.
Octopus arm blessings are more than my heart can hold.

I am empty.
A midnight circus of bone grips me
And I drown alone in a ball pit of lies and shadow.

I am out of medication.




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  1. Srivalli RekhaAugust 22, 2019 at 4:51 AM

    So poignant!

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  2. JenAugust 22, 2019 at 6:19 AM

    Wow. I did not see that last line coming. There is a lot here in these few words. I like the parallels in the first and second stanzas (I am full, I am empty; the circus references). Well done.

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  3. NorthieAugust 22, 2019 at 7:59 AM

    That final line really does explain and reflect upon the two previous stanzas. An excellent if painful read.

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  4. Sanch @ Sanch WritesAugust 22, 2019 at 6:27 PM

    The ups and downs of depressive episodes/mental illness cycles is so poignantly expressed through this piece.

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