Oooof.
It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..
Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.
Oooof.
It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..
Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.
The narrator may be unstable, however, the arc that this poem follows is actually very coherent. This is no villain monologue. There’s no justification and no blame shifting.
Just a field note from an individual with turbulence dependence
Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.
With a sense ok
Too much relational gravity can feel like surveillance, even when it’s care.
Remember that. ❤️
2025 Recap
This is not a poem written from longing, rage, or collapse. It is written from post withdrawal clarity. No longer negotiating reality. The self has become the reference point again.
The quiet power here is not dominance it’s non-engagement without collapse.