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1d
you’ve suffered
for so long

and now
you want to give up

because all
you’ve ever wanted
was to be
something
to someone —

to belong
in this world

your knees buckle
and hit the ground

you try to cry
but nothing comes out

you ask yourself:
am i emotionless?
am i
down
for the count?

touching the surface
you look
for ways
to escape
this spiral

is this
the final
temperamental break?

you scream
shaking your fist
at the sky

you search
for hope —
but you see it
nowhere
at all

maybe one day
you’ll wake up

and realize
hope
was always
around

move
forward,
rebound.

this is your
time —

your time to
not let your
emotions
drown.
A poem written during a moment of collapse — when hope felt farthest away — but somehow, through the haze, I found a whisper of light.

This is a letter to myself. A reminder that even in the worst of it, hope doesn’t leave. Sometimes it just waits for us to remember.
Joshua Phelps
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Joshua Phelps  32/M
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