Lenny, I love this poem, especially because it seems to be a very familiar storyππβΌοΈI hope you are okayπ«π«or at least i hope you will be
Lenny the talent that you have is unmatched. The way this was written, I felt everything you were saying, I felt everything your body and mind have been screaming in silence for help. The mind is such a complicated thing, the same thing that can give you comfort can be the very thing to tear you apart and create a never ending hole. I want to say that I resonated with a few things in this piece sometimes I wish I could run from my own mind, scared of the silence because maybe just maybe itβll let my mind wonder to the pits of darkness in there. So often my mind feels like itβs going 100 miles per her hour and I always hated it but maybe itβs a protective mechanism, maybe itβs my mind trying to save itself from itselfβ¦ anyway. Iβm so proud of you for continuing to seek help, I hope that writing this piece brought some sort of comfort to you. To leave you with this little piece β sometimes we are hateful towards ourselves because thatβs all we know. Others may have taught us whether subconsciously or consciously that being hateful and harsh on ourselves is acceptable. β sending you so much love and hugsπ Iβm so proud of youβ¨π
Iβm really proud of you for writing this and even prouder of you for stepping away to get help. Sending love <3
Lenny, I love this poem, especially because it seems to be a very familiar storyππβΌοΈI hope you are okayπ«π«or at least i hope you will be
π«π₯Ήβ€οΈ!!!! I cried a bit here. You're super talented mama β€οΈ
Wow man πβ€οΈ you always find a way to amazing me , I get it hey , I have nothing to offer rn but tswara π«
"I've become fluent in healing on paper
My life still stutters"
Perhaps your pen writes hope on paper, Perhaps your pen writes a future version of your life
Perhaps your pen knows a future version of you won't stutter.
Maybe you'll always stutter because that's part of being human
Your life might always stutter because it's the first time being here and doing life.
Stuttering doesn't mean you won't get to the point.
You'll always get to the point.
The way you get to it is imperfect because you're human.
The pen tries to write guidelines and gets to the point quicker.
The pen just tries to reflect what you yearn for.
The pen puts out your deepest desires and puts them on paper.
Sometimes that is mistaken as accomplishment or healing.
But you know deep down your pen wouldn't be able to write if you were truly healed.
Yet we write because we want to see what we are yearning for.
Seeing the disparity between life and π .
It feels like stuttering because why are we not healed like what the π left behind?
So dear π s thanks for displaying what we want to be formally.
We will still stutter nonetheless.
It is in our nature.
Because stuttering doesn't equate to not healing.
The things y'all wrote that we yearn for fuels our desire to grow and heal.
So dear π so long as I yearn I will keep moving forward, if it means life will stutter then so be it, I'll reach what I desire nonetheless.
Even if π stops writing, so long as I yearn I will keep stuttering because I am human.
~Moeletsi.
This was supposed to be a shot comment but that line you said got me thinking.
Lenny the talent that you have is unmatched. The way this was written, I felt everything you were saying, I felt everything your body and mind have been screaming in silence for help. The mind is such a complicated thing, the same thing that can give you comfort can be the very thing to tear you apart and create a never ending hole. I want to say that I resonated with a few things in this piece sometimes I wish I could run from my own mind, scared of the silence because maybe just maybe itβll let my mind wonder to the pits of darkness in there. So often my mind feels like itβs going 100 miles per her hour and I always hated it but maybe itβs a protective mechanism, maybe itβs my mind trying to save itself from itselfβ¦ anyway. Iβm so proud of you for continuing to seek help, I hope that writing this piece brought some sort of comfort to you. To leave you with this little piece β sometimes we are hateful towards ourselves because thatβs all we know. Others may have taught us whether subconsciously or consciously that being hateful and harsh on ourselves is acceptable. β sending you so much love and hugsπ Iβm so proud of youβ¨π