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Hiraeth
Hiraeth
(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot to return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
How could you describe something that isn’t, something that never was, that never will be?
A feeling like your heart is being crushed inside of your body
Like it’s being torn into thousands of pieces
Like there’s a gaping hole in your soul
And it’s sucking you into yourself
In the late hours of the night i sometimes cry
Because my body doesn’t know how to deal with the loss of something i never had
How could you even begin to mourn the lack of nothing?
What are you supposed to grieve?
You can’t.
And so sometimes you just have to lay there and sob
muffling screams in pillows
Wiping snotty noses on old tissues
Curling in on yourself to protect you from something inside
Whimpering that you want to go home as you tremble in your bed
Wondering what your soul once had that is no longer
Why you’re reminded of things you never had in this life, why you long for them.
What could have left such a great impact on your atoms in a life before that the wistfulness has carried into this one
A feeling so strong, the glimpse of memory so meaningful that it wrenches screams from the innermost part of you, of who you are
The worst mixture of homesickness, sorrow, longing, and anxiety you could ever imagine multiplied by each year you’ve lived
It’s a feeling that makes you wish you could run away from yourself
Run away from the thing you never lost
Run away from feeling, from thinking.
It’s a feeling that makes you wish you could step out of the confines of your skin
The skin that suddenly feels claustrophobic
The skin at suddenly looks wrong on you
It’s a feeling called Hiraeth
And i can’t run away from it.
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