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A blurb of thought in the area surrounding my every day, when I feel most defeated.

Submitted: August 10, 2019

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Submitted: August 10, 2019




Wind winding through palm fronds,

Lifts rolling, trucks revving, booming.

Always loud.


Can’t hear the small sounds,

Like the bird’s tweet, cat’s meow, my very breath.

The smell of diesel fills my lungs,

Asphalt penetrating my nerves.

Cigarette wafting through the breeze.

It’s as if the industrial noise is never-ending.


Summer finally emerging, sun bursting forth like a massive heat wave.

Blue skies, clouds dissipate at first light.

Need, no crave, fresh air.

Crave trees, ocean, sand, I long for nature and loathe the endless trucks.


Living here is stifling creativity.

Suffocating my soul, there is no oxygen.

The people are suffocating, always repeating their cycles.

I keep repeating my cycles,

But they say the first step is admitting, isn’t it?


Yelling, frustration, anger at not being able to move forward.

The first step is to not yell, to say no when I can’t handle anymore.

Don’t allow myself to be overwhelmed.

But somedays, it feels like I’ll never get out of here.

I’m stuck, until I learn how to breathe again."

by Amanda Lee Van Zetten

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