On top of the crisis,
The heart wants to be ice cold…
Away from the warmth of feelings,
Emotions of any kind…
Life without feels,
A journey with no more drama…
With no energy left to invest in doubtful love,
This mind wants to arrest the heart..
Turbulence!
WordSmithWithABrush 
“Life without feels”. What a poem of despair. I hope you do not feel quite that bad. I often do, but it usually passes.
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This shall too pass! I hope. I am not a giving up kinda lady, however, you need an escape for the pain at times. And, for me poetry is that escape, the ultimate healer!
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I can understand that with poetry you can give expression to your pain, lessen it even. Yes, everything passes, but in certain moods time just stops flowing. I suppose then that I write for the same reasons you do. Not to escape from pain exactly but to try to express my endless search.
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My pen and art brush heal me like no other. The poetry that I spill on the paper when I am low may sound heartbreaking, but you know what once I have penned it, it sets me free from that low feeling. Cheers to writing!
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That is a wonderful achievement. I tend to avoid wroting when I am feeling depressed since I only reflect blackness back. But if it heals you, that is a wonderful tool you have.
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Yes indeed. When you have an emotional stir or inward disruption, just vomit it out thorough the pen on paper. Everything will feel better. 😇
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Love the artwork.
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Thank you 🌻
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the eternal battle
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Yup
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