I have tried to rise above but some days are like mires,
memories bubble up from the ground to catch my feet,
and there’s no pushing past the darkness
when the backs of my eyelids become cinema screens
for the voice in the my head that’s always judging every move I make.
It tells me friends are only pretending to my face,
and when I’m gone they are talking about me.
It knows exactly what they are saying when I’m out of earshot
so it repeats the words like a mantra
over the patter of memories I thought dealt with,
sealed into their graves long ago,
but somehow resurrected just when everything seemed
to be going so well.
This type of cold cannot be shrugged off,
instead it chills every bone in my body
to the point where I become brittle as glass,
ready to shatter at the slightest tremor.
Somebody tell me,
how do I rise above this?
Daily Post: Above
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Published by Carol J Forrester
Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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