Multiples

It wanders on,
this war
Not raging
as wars are said to do
But throbbing,
gnawing,
draining my energy
in perpetuity.
If I could only close my ears
Make myself blind
to the versions of myself
Would it stop?
Might there finally be quiet?
I must have forgotten the calm
Or perhaps I never had it,
The ability to just sit and be
With myself.
Singular.
But all the while there are many
It is just too loud.
Always
an argument
always
a compromise
always
a negotiation
always
conflict
with no resolution
Because I can’t help the inevitability
That I win
and I lose
Every single time.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. easetheride says:

    I love what you’ve written a lot. The inability to escape my own mind can be tireless, and you’ve described it perfectly. Thanks for sharing this.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Laura says:

      Thanks, it’s nice to hear that it resonated.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. This.shaking says:

    WOW! Thank you! YES! I hurt from it. I hurt from/with Them. Oh, dear. Thank you. TS

    Liked by 1 person

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