No answers
Just more complications
Physical
Mental
Health
Some days
There seems to be
Nothing Left of
Who I used to be
What I used to be
And what I felt good about
But maybe that was all
Some crumbly facade
That has fallen away
And now the bare me
Has no idea
How to protect itself
(Maybe it should not?)
No idea
How to deal with
All this feeling
All this change
All this pain
And uncomfortableness
It’s like a dirty trick of life
All that I ever avoided
Has come and hit me at once
Vulnerable
Insecure
Needing a care that
Who knows how to give?
(9-10 Sept 2014)
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A beautifully written poem, so very real and genuine…it touches my soul…thanks for sharing!
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Thankyou Wendell.
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Your poetry is painful. Sad. In need of a hug.
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As have I been, all three.
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