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Un-Destiny

A frozen feeling isn’t even the start.

By H.b. WoodsPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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A frozen feeling isn’t even the start

movements around me, truly set apart

the gestures and looks, my mind is scarred

my body is unable to disregard

not all human beings are out to harm

there’s nothing I can do, only to reaffirm

but sweating profusely just confirms

it’s out of my hands, do you hear my words?

I avoid crowds, it becomes a blur

my heart starts beating down walls, like herds

most times I push through it, to avoid embarrassment

all of these meds make me feel unintelligent

life is another word for imprisonment

my whole life, for some reason, I’ve felt different

no answers, just a girl who’s predicament is evident

I was always being judged by family sinners

from home to home,

putting on fake smiles at family dinners

I was numb to the fact, that I were my own trigger...

silly girl, you were born with veins full of liquor

From the very beginning, my life began in complete error

Always carried hope, that things would get better

—h.b. Woods

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

H.b. Woods

I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.

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