FB Post February 6th, 2021
Aliens Anonymous
I used to joke I was an alien
My earth suit malfunctioning
At every turn
Allergic to life I’d quip
But it was no honest laugh
It was always a cry
A call
A rope
Seeking purchase anywhere
It could find
I tied myself to lovers
Threw myself into jobs
Tethered myself to toxicity
Anything to feel alive
Life was lived from the outside
Separate and cold
I didn’t feel locked out
No it was me
Just unable to find
The way in
So disconnected
Barely able to feel
A raging inferno
Disconnected
I can’t even joke
That way anymore
I’ve found that I’m not
All that odd
There are so many of us
From every walk of life
Battered, scarred, forgotten
In Every dimly lit corner
Damaged, belittled, broken
From the richest to the
poorest , no race, nor creed,
nothing could stop
the damage that was
Being done
After years of hurting
Our souls retreating
we sometimes reached out
with hope, a tentative smile
only to be smacked down
again and again
we are not alien
we are not alone
we are simply hurting
It’s time to find our way home.
This concept is so embedded in my life that I named my future dream punk band Faulty Earth Suits of FESS for short LOL I even share my blog there because this whole mental health journey is about this FES 😛
