Put Me Back

If you listen closely you can hear the churning. It hums in the night while we are sleeping, dull roars we have become accustomed to, the quiet clacking of things moving as they should, in circles without anyone giving it a moments notice.

I asked for someone to give me some sort of answer as to why I am not as lucky as some other people, why I am more jaded and why sadness has always been a comforting companion rather than a thing I wish to banish. I can hear the world turning, I can hear each click of the axis as I go about my day, moving along with heavy feet in the hopes that one day all these things I carry will fade, and I will once again be able to run.

The shackles will melt from my feet and the world will become new again. I will have something again. Around and around and now we are here, here in this time and this place that nobody recognizes anymore, in a house that used to seem familiar but now the walls ache. They are full of people and they dull out the clacking and the clicking of the world but it still goes on, it’s still happening in the silence.

I asked for someone to give me some sort of answer as to why I am not as lucky as some other people, why I am more jaded and why sadness has always been a comforting companion rather than a thing I wish to banish. I can hear the world turning, I can hear each click of the axis as I go about my day, moving along with heavy feet in the hopes that one day all these things I carry will fade, and I will once again be able to run.

The shackles will melt from my feet and the world will become new again. I will have something again. Around and around and now we are here, here in this time and this place that nobody recognizes anymore, in a house that used to seem familiar but now the walls ache. They are full of people and they dull out the clacking and the clicking of the world but it still goes on, it’s still happening in the silence.

The shackles will melt from my feet and the world will become new again. I will have something again. Around and around and now we are here, here in this time and this place that nobody recognizes anymore, in a house that used to seem familiar but now the walls ache. They are full of people and they dull out the clacking and the clicking of the world but it still goes on, it’s still happening in the silence.

Tell me I should be broken and stay as such. Tell me that my body bears no resemblance to the thing it once was and that repair is not at all possible. Because instead, I hang around here with everything in my arms searching for someone to put me back together again.

Put me back together again.

Denial

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19 thoughts on “Put Me Back

  1. Wow, beautiful words, beautiful expressions, beautiful piece. I have been following your blog for a while now and I would really want to learn from you, that’s if you wouldn’t mind being my mentor. I have a blog too but I’m not here to talk about that. I’d be really happy to hear and learn from you. You can reach me at omoyibokelvin8@gmail.com

    Thanks. #fingers crossed

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  2. Moving, you expressed in words an experience I fumble to articulate. It is wonderful knowing someone else out there understands the repetitive daze life can succumb to. I loved it! Publish more, please!

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  3. Hey Miri,
    I absolutely love your writing style. I wish I was blessed with such skills. Also, I love how you are repeating the same exact thing three times. I am pretty sure it has an intentional meaning behind that story, Also, I LOVE the picture. It fits so well with the writing. :)

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