Suspended disbelief is only momentary.
The engulfing emotions so temporary.
We fill reality with useless garbage to feel,
Something other than what is real.
Pain is only momentary.
Yet the scars are etched into memory.
We may stop the bleeding,
But the memories are never receding.
Happiness is only momentary.
We clutch at it, fearing the scars we carry.
We may be elated for years , months and days,
While insecurities tell us it’s only a phase.
What then is not momentary?
Casting this poem as temporary.
If I knew I would share that truth.
For now I pretend to forget. To soothe.
It’s all just… momentary.
What helps you escape the difficulties of life? What emotions do you find overwhelming you?