Separation

My body was there, but I retreated to a place of silence
Trying to make myself invisible
Trying to drown out the noise

 There it was
A separation
A chasm
Close in body, but moving further and further away

 Spiritually, mentally

 Disconnected, wholly separate

 An unwelcome visitor wedged its way in
Past the familiarities
Forget the pleasantries

 It sit down heavily
Like a boulder teetering on the edge of a mountain
A mountain of pain
Simmering just below the surface
That superficial veneer threatened to crack with every breath

 Things weren't different
They were just as messy as they have always been
That's when I was thankful I was different than them



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