My Lungs Like Air Too Much, a poem by Drem

I find this poem incredibly fitting. I’ve been writing here and there that posting my work, even under a pen name, makes me a little uncomfortable. I feel naked. Well, ends up a few years ago when I was just sharing my work with myself I felt the same way…

If you find it interesting, let me know.

 

xoxo

Drem

 

 

My Lungs Like Air Too Much, a poem by Drem

November 16, 2013

“Some of my work

makes me uncomfortable.

There’s anxiety

and depression

laying against my chest

inside me,

outside me.

I’m so sad

all the time

whenever I consciously think

about who and what I am.

My heart hurts

and my head hurts

and my lungs like air

too much.

Too often I feel

as if

I can’t, though,

that I can’t gasp

any more of it.

Get it in me.

No room.

Dark thoughts, oxygen,

memories,

that make me

shaky

fill me.

I don’t even know

what energy

pushes this pen.”


18 thoughts on “My Lungs Like Air Too Much, a poem by Drem

  1. I feel this poem greatly in a way I do not understand. This shows a very human side that most people would normally hide. This is courageous of you to post this poem.

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  2. There is something missing…is it optimism, hope, self love, acceptance, forgiveness? Look for the light Drem. It’s the only thing that will guide you back home to yourself. It’s not as far fetched or as out of reach as you think. I hear your sadness. It’s like it has engulfed you and you are suffocating. What small things do you need to do to create a paradigm shift? Sometimes it’s as simple as rearranging your room, cleaning out your closet ( as Eminem would say), or putting a vase of flowers in your room. Look for the light Drem… Jx

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    1. I do not live my life crying all the time. Whatever negative emotions I feel, I pour them onto the page in ink and then close the book. Sad is a healthy and normal emotion. So is insecurity. People think it’s best to never have a full range of emotions. HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ALL THE TIME. No, that’s not healthy. To be alive means having the whole scope involved.

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      1. Yes you are right. I have Persistent Depressive Disorder, which basically means I flat line most of the time. No real highs and no real lows. ..it’s classified as pure sadness/melancholy. So you can imagine how I feel and how I perceive others to view me. If I dwealt (sp?) on that too long (as I have in the past), I am not pleasant company to be around and it shows. I try to find the light. I’ve only learned that as I’ve aged. I’m turning 48 in January. I also went through early menopause (which is over now), which made it even worse because I didn’t know and no one thought to test for it. I’m not lecturing you or patronizing you, just passing it forward. 😎

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      2. I understand. Thank you. I’m glad your menopause is over. Tbh I’m currently on something that makes me fairly flatlined. It’s meant to “stabilize” me as I work through my post traumatic stress. In the mean time, it makes it impossible to be truly happy. Yet, I do get truly depressed. I float around constantly hitting my head on the ceiling of happiness. But, this was written years ago before that medication. And, the medication is really helping me a lot.

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      3. Hey guess what! I have PTSD too! Currently going through another bout. The last one was 10 years ago…I’m picking that’s when my menopause started too… I love reading your writing Drem. I don’t mean to sound judgemental or, I dunno, lecturey, motherly even. Lol. I don’t even know how old you are. Lol. Both my daughter’s are 27 at the moment, one turning 28 in February. I’m feeling…decidedly old. Jx

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    1. Mine too. Last minute, I decided that it should be the title. If you’ve ever had a panic attack, you know the feeling. If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed, you know the feeling. It can also be taken as, you want to live so much yet something is holding you back.

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