A poem: becoming spiritually unstuck

I stayed in my stuck.

A spiritual abductee.

And the stuckness


Made me feel craz-ee.

A long-term force

seemed bigger than me.

Thought it had


But it was so petty.

Made me feel rubbish

about everything I did.

But one day I thought:


Am I really that stupid?


So now I’m not stuck.

I’m released but petrified.

But it’s a fear that’s


Never again a compromise.


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