The scroll
The loops
It doesn't stop
You say you can.
That's how it began
Stuck in this liminal space
Now wondering how you can trace
Disappearing
Old age is nearing
It's a phenomenon
In middle aged
This stage
In women
Where do you go?
I don't know
Disconnection
Afraid of rejection
Community gone
Identity and where do I belong
Shiny objects are what you see
But not poetry
Photos
But where do I go?
Seeking sanctuary to this abyss
So easy to miss
The scrolling is numbing
What am I becoming?
Stuck
Sinking into the muck
Fight or flight
Is everyone really alright?
Not that anyone cares
We are all floating out there
Disappearing into the void
When it's life you avoid
The struggle is real. One day at a time.
The scroll of life? There are so many names, events, and memories. Not every one of those is precious. Disconnecting from the non-relevant events/memories is not disconnecting from life, it brings back the younger heart.
Old age is for the Old, Youth is for the young, but;
NOTHING IN LIFE STOPS YOU FROM HAVING FUN...!
Middle age. (Is the glass half empty or half full) ?
IT'S HALF FULL JANE
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