Here

A familiar feeling sets in my chest

The emptiness of being

Loneliness of deceiving

Oneself into believing

This discomfort is real

Breathing into every

Uncomfortable sensation

Gently awaiting some

Sort of cessation

Remembering if I bow and sit

It will become clear

It only matters if

I'm mindfully here.

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ECbaseballfan's picture

Thanks--I enjoyed your poem!

Thanks--I enjoyed your poem!

behindthemirror's picture

I can relate. Good poem!

I can relate. Good poem!