Time’s Up

Over stimulating keeps you running,

Free time congregates over-thinking.

You would rather drag the deadweight,

Than exist part of the moment.

Even when running on empty,

Where there’s nothing left to carry.

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I think I’ve written these lines before,

That last stanza stole a past title.

I try to write happier words,

I try to believe they’ll come true.

I try to string them together,

But I can’t force them to ring true.

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This is my mental outlet,

It’s purpose has always been.

If it isn’t the truth,

It has no purpose.

So I’ll keep trying,

And I’ll keep writing.

Every time I die,

I have to wake up.

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Brittan began writing poetry in June 2020. She uses poetry as a therapeutic exercise when revisiting homophobic traumatic memories and describing life with BPD & Bipolar 2. She uses poetry as a medium for self-expression when discussing Buddhism, lesbianism, and platonic love.