A Talk with Self

A Poem by Cer

The talks I have with myself when I feel like giving up.

It's hard to cross the water when you're already neck deep.
You can try to move but it's already begun to seep.
Into your veins, deeper into the brain, blood and water begin to seem the same

Reality and illusions blend portraying your mistakes like an empty bowl of shame.
But it's better to go on life is but a game, how you go about it is nothing to be ashamed.

Water could try to cut you but it only just delays.
You're stronger than the current, not a mud house on the bay.
So move how you want, breathe all you can, life is not a race.

It took years to build you so it's alright to stay the same,
the mountains doesn't change due to a few slaps from the waves.
Work it to get it, life won't always stay the same.

People only ramble when they've nothing left to say
Make you feel insane cause they could never race.
Remember who you are, you are your own shame.

~⁠♡