A short poem on doom scrolling

Inspired by Black Friday, Cyber-Monday and (really) any given Tuesday...

*Ever since I was a kid, I used writing as a way to process my own feelings and experience of being human...I didn't know that's what I was doing then, but I've always tried to make sense of myself and the world. From time to time, I write down little notes and poems in my phone- while they often feel too personal to share on social media, I'm excited to share some of them with you. Here's my latest:

We browse Black Friday sales for things we don’t really need,

It fills the spaces, the void between the way we live and how we imagined life would be. -

Cream, or white, or maybe gold? What do you think—but truth be told, it didn’t matter, it did nothing for her soul.

Sleepy eyes turned heavy, and still she scrolled, looking for something the page didn’t hold…a feeling, ages old.

So she put it down, and took a breathe, touched her heart and felt it beat in her chest. Was she getting numb, or was it the world? Off to bed, tomorrow she’ll try again. 

As she gets quiet her brain works to let go, all the chatter the glow. Like an old friend , or maybe a sister,  she hear’s the truth whisper, “you already are, you already know.”