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Just Ride It Out

  • Writer: blackfoxartpoems
    blackfoxartpoems
  • Jan 2
  • 1 min read

Updated: Mar 7

One problem after another.

They all climb over each other.

All mixing together becoming a monster

Of treachery and disheartened souls.


It’s draining to be around

But I can’t get away from the sound

Of anger and rage

Or the voice on the verge of tears


It tears at my heart

The sound of my family

Being in crisis

Scaring me actually.


Because usually it’s in my friends

And within myself

But rarely at home

It almost never shows. 


My brother’s rage and despair

My father’s silence impaired

My mother’s tears are streaming

And my own mind is screaming


For it all to stop

For all the problems to pause

For I can’t breathe

And I need a minute to be


I need a second to breathe

These moments are easy 

Sending me ill at ease

In a minute I shall proceed


To the rest of my life

Where I must be


Calm.

Okay.

Fine.

In Control.


Nothing out of place

Don’t be a waste of space 

Contribute to the conversation

Don’t bring us down.

With your depressive duration. 


You are okay

It’ll pass

Ride it out

It will amass

And plateau

Then little by little, slow

Eventually it’ll go.


And everything will calm

You will be okay.

Just ride it out.


-- BlackFox


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