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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Stuck in a Rut is like living in a prison without bars.

Swaying and humming in a cage

Locked away and void of excitement

So what really matters here?

The bills that need to get paid


My infinite boredom

Pulls on me like gravity

Plans fall through with little bits and pieces

Of my enthusiasm


So I float on the surface of stagnation

Barely moving for lack of propulsion

And you keep looking at me for answers

But my eyes can only  see darkness


Anchored now to the end

Struggle has drank my strength


Written by: Rachel Penabella

Submitted: December 03, 2014

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Hello Rachel, I am very much in love with this poem. I am currently fighting depression and this poem is my truth. I think I might start writing reflective poetry on Facebook. The link is if you want to check it out. I might start this Friday.

Wed, December 3rd, 2014 5:45am

Rache Blue

Thank you for your comment. I am pleased that my poem has inspired you to write. I certainly look forward to reading your future works via your facebook page, and I welcome you to follow me, as well - Writing is a wonderful outlet for the spirit, and it's the best therapy. I've used journal writing since I can remember, and have found that it has helped me get in touch with that higher power within, the one that switches on that survival instinct so we can overcome strife and turmoil in this life. I hope you will find the exercise incredibly liberating.

Wed, December 3rd, 2014 12:30pm

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