Poetry by Stella Lunette Muir

“As Soon As I Am Able To Carry Myself.”

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I sit here and ponder about things.

I think about you.

~YOU~

Who has given so much to me.

Who has helped show me life.

And then something hits me.

An odd feeling washes over me

And suddenly I am falling.

~Down~

~Down~

~Down~

Deep into pits of darkness.

And I fail to see the light.

In a haze of thought,

I spend my days

Trying to recover.

I reach for you

And touch you.

But sometimes,

I can no longer feel you.

I continue to fight through the darkness

~Nonetheless~

Clawing my way back to the surface.

But at times I may fall again.

A bit deeper I go.

I think about my body.

Only flesh.

Merely an object.

I am no longer human,

~I am a monster~

But I am beautiful.

And with that,

My climb continues.

Many would never recognize my struggles.

Others would call them a normality.

But neither group could fully understand the depths

In which I may fall.

Someday I might reach the surface.

Though my struggle will forever continue.

I could always fall again.

But I will learn to carry myself.

So that someday I can show you life.

Just as you once showed me.