Strident tones announced from the bell of a trumpet,
I’d smile but I won’t show it,
I thought this was the chance to recommence,
but now, it’ll all be past tense.
To progress from the murky muck,
a heart flitters nervously,
a gut’s contents begins to rot,
I thought I could do this,
I thought I was strong,
but it seems the better route is to go
where I am accepted and comfortable all along.
I am enough,
I am too much for some,
I am required to be elsewhere, thanks,
the calling here is not enough:
a feeling of complete numb.
For the sake of myself,
I need to take into account how I will fare
in the long run,
not only the short term,
I need to consider what will work best for me,
health-wise and happiness,
the upsets I wish to curb.
And last night, I decided,
I decided, and a sense of relief washed over me,
the growing stress seemed all but gone,
my mind, my mind is free.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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