Handling stress is one of the most difficult tasks when it comes to adulting — you have uni, work, a social life to maintain, maybe go to the gym and get your life together. Ultimately with more work, comes more stress — and it’s easy for us to sweep it under the carpet to worry about later, ’cause we simply don’t have time for it.
I’m going to give you two metaphorical scenarios, and I want you to tell me which one fits you best.
You’re struggling with inner conflict and turmoil. This [insert your negative emotion, rumination, anxiety, etc…
Humanity in the abyss — a noiseless wave gathers.
How much did darkness make you bleed and suffer,
force you to survive despite wanting to perish?
I missed a lot of life, but maybe you’ll recover.
Drowning beneath the waves, dying from thirst.
At least, at last, you’ll be able to feel something.
Know what it’s like wried, dried, and split and burst,
as though the sound of constant war changes nothing,
maybe you’ll finally realise the actions of your words.
This poem has been removed because it lacks
the emotional and verbal depth to be a real poem.
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all instances of self-depreciation and any pain.
Please do not write about teenage love stories
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to use an ancient reservoir of language you abhor.