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darkness, or something,
a swirling ball of nothing floating in your chest,
blocking up your veins
drowning you
from the inside
out.
you can't work up the nerve to say "i feel like i'm drowning and everyone can see me breathe." you can't do much but tear at your skin and look at the floor and listen to the clock tick by, as she sighs and rests her hand on her chin and waits for you to let go of something you're not sure you're holding. she has this way of dragging things out of you, making you think things you normally wouldn't. she has a knack for kick-starting your misery.
but it's not about the chair
or the builders outside
or the computer suite next door full of giggling girls with bubblegum grins.
its about the knot
in your chest
or your head
that you keep thinking, i'm going to tell her now.
but you never do. you never do.
and the way you leave the room is sickening.
the stairs feel like a walk of shame
the receptionist is knowing
you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
you want to tell her about the real reason
but you've fed her some bullshit about your parents
and it's too late
always too late.
maybe if she knew you were opening your veins
filling your stomach with pills
emptying it with fingers
scratch that
maybe if she knew why
it wouldn't feel like a thousand bricks weighing down on your shoulders,
pushing you under
drowning you
slowly
from the inside out.
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Hi there, feversinmirrors! Welcome to YWS! It's great to see some new faces around!
I like what you've got going on here, but I don't know if "tear at your skin" is quite appropriate. I haven't been to that many therapy sessions, but wouldn't she stop the narrator from doing that? Perhaps "pick at your skin" would be more appropriate, though I understand that the desperation is making the language more dramatic-- make sure the dramatics of the poem don't make it unrealistic, though. ^_^So I really liked this poem. You give images, and you have a consistent tone. And honestly, at one point, it gave me shivers.
I think that you should start the poem with the second stanza. That's really where the meat comes in, and in the first stanza, we've got some images that are pretty overused. I understand the feeling, and I think it's important that you illustrate it in the poem, but darkness and drowning have been very done before when talking about mental illness, and I suggest that you find different images to illustrate how the narrator feels. Even if you do find new images, I suggest you implement them at the end of the poem, where you have chosen to use a bit of repetition.
These two sentences are a bit redundant. If I had to choose one, I'd choose the second to keep because of the nice visual repetition of the k.
I didn't get this at first. Perhaps mention the chair earlier in the poem along with some descriptors? As it is, it doesn't seem important enough to warrant mention. Make it important so it deserves this place.
While this creates a strong image in my mind, I think you should pick one adjective or the other. It kind of changes the voice of the narrator, getting so very descriptive all of a sudden. Perhaps say "girls with bubblegum giggles" to shorten it up a bit, but still retain the image.
The way this is set up grammatically, it says "it's about the knot that you keep thinking." So the narrator is thinking a knot. To make it clearer, I might put a period after head and remove "that." Also, a knot in the chest has been done before (it's a real feeling, but still, this is poetry, which is about finding new connections), so I might leave out "in your chest." Also, it's "it's," not its.
That's the part that gave me shivers. It's just so out there and desperate, but the narrator can't, and it's so emotional and wonderful.
The phrasing here is a little awkward. Try "knows" instead of "is knowing."
Two things. 1) This really makes me want to know the real reason. 2) The placing of this made me think that "her" was referring to the receptionist, but upon further inspection, the narrator is probably referring to the therapist herself. I'd clarify that if I were you.
So if you're saying scratch that, does it need to be in the poem? I'd incorporate this in a different way if you're going to have it in there. Also, the images here have kind of been done before, as well. But emptying it with fingers. That's something you should expand on.
And here we find again the sentiments in the first stanza. Again, the images here are overused (also, a thousand bricks would push you down rather quickly, don't you think? ^_^), so find other ways to convey what the narrator is feeling here.
Altogether, I really did like this poem. As I've mentioned, there are a few things that need work, but it is really a solid start. I'd say that your strongest stanza was the prose stanza. Nicely done there.
I hope that this review was helpful! If you need anything, feel free to message me! Happy poeting!
This review is really helpful, thank you! A lot of the mistakes in there I know better than to make, but I didn't even realise they were there. Your comment helped me a lot.
This is great stuff. I've never been to therapy myself but still this poem really speaks to me. I especially enjoyed the line
"that you keep thinking, i'm going to tell her now.
but you never do. you never do."
I feel like even more than just therapy really anyone you talk to can make you feel this way that you finally just want to get that thing off your chest but you just can't seem to. The whole general feeling was conveyed very well. One note though you might want to capitalize your i's in the second stanza