Better than this.

Better than this.

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

Insomnia crawls into my head and screams.
You am not tired. You can do anything.
you are not almost crying.
nothing is wrong here.
and no matter what, you can't
let anyone in on this.
You are stronger than ever
your walls just as taunt. Nothing
can get by. You'll survive all of
this. Tomorrow isn't really as far
away as it seems. And all those
meals you're skipping, they don't
really mean a thing.
You are strong enough to not
be flinching as loniness works its
way back into your system. You
are stronger than missing a hug
because your skin is forgetting them.
Stop feeling sad. Stop feeling
needing. Suck it up.
You are better than this.

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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My insomnia is a traitor...it doesn't tell me anything nice. Instead it gives me nighttime tourettes and I end up swearing my head off about what I did or didn't do that day. Life is a strange experience...even stranger because we experience alone, even if we are surrounded by people, all the truly important things are done alone. Very thought provoking. Great poem...again.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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My insomnia is a traitor...it doesn't tell me anything nice. Instead it gives me nighttime tourettes and I end up swearing my head off about what I did or didn't do that day. Life is a strange experience...even stranger because we experience alone, even if we are surrounded by people, all the truly important things are done alone. Very thought provoking. Great poem...again.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. I can relate to this in so many ways. I love it. So brutally honest. I love the end few lines where you tell yourself to stop this and that because you are better than this. And, you are. :) great for recognizing it, and great for sharing. Wonderful!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Painful, and all the more so because I've been there. There are different sorts of strength though, I'm beginning to learn it. Let me see if I can remember correctly what a friend told me: Strength can be gained, but always at the cost of something, always for a price. It's when you know the true manner of strength that you don't have to pay. I'm right there where this poem is at, and trying to dig myself out. Someday I'll be free of it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rachel DeHart

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