Grief

I keep going,

one heavy foot in front of the other.

As many days as I can

but I always hear a whisper,

"it's time to stop."

I don't listen.

As the numbness flows, hovering

over every inch of my body.

As it decides what to do, I hear,

"please stop."

Covering my organs like plastic wrap.

Suffocating my cells,

filling each pore with a heaviness

that can't escape.

I try not to listen,

but I always hear a whisper

"it's time to stop."

I still keep going

without looking back

as if everything is the same.

The more I keep going,

the more I suffocate,

the more I slow down.

the heaviness is weighing me down.

Finally I start to listen.

I must listen.

It's time now

to pause and understand.

Unwrapping myself from plastic

allowing my cells to breathe.

The numbness starts to disappear.

My cells are lighter.

I cannot get too comfortable

but I can start to float freely

just for a moment,

until it starts all over again.

Kamal Trivedi

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of one going through depression. The weariness, the heaviness, the numbness and the feeling of not being able to continue are all symptoms of a spiraling downward. If this one is autobiographical, I hope you get help soon.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

ive often felt like this in life, only like a rubber band pulling me in several different ways that I could not do anything properly, too much going on at once, so little energy or time to do all the tasks. No time for myself etc, I could relate to this well with the plastic. stopping for a second breathing it all in then starting up again, really good!!!