Katabasis

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Fingernails pull against stomach lining for the words

arrhythmic synchronization with cohesive thought

a pendulum eclipses everything when convenience and preparation overlap

strike now! While there's confidence, before the paralysis

while hovering straws fall from the grasp,

shorter, like sips of a temper

Be at peace, broken silver chain

now suspended, weight eased from the clasp

never worn in vain, never to be worn again

pre-dying era, a fresh breath and a last gasp

Suffocation not felt in the lungs

as though a plastic bag is tied off around the brain

the moist heat where self becomes proxy;

intimate issues become schadenfreude

and insensitivity becomes a matter of cutting through thick skin

where the initial struggle is spun off the back of the mind

so that all these slices of you, handed out for free, butcher you down to raw nerves and take your armor like bacon

hyper-focus and tunnel vision, can sound like good work, but that's where burnout begins

what does a wordcount mean if you hit a wall at fifteen thousand and can't finish a scene?

Going through hell, somehow we tricked ourselves

to say it's just part of living

forgetting that life can be good, we work for it, want it,

why we don't have it when we plead for it, dream of it,

beg and ask for it, fight for it, like we like the struggle more

or we like to resent the care-free, weightless people,

there's no normal in the first place, so who gets to say everything has to be so hard?

Suffering is not the human condition, it's just a condition of being human

just like surviving, living, existing, dying to live and living to die are all separate

there's a balance, no blankets, nothing explains everybody; nobody can

freedom to try and fail is the most important part of making a plan.