I’m alone – from choice
but sometimes
sadness and grief
overwhelm me
Sometimes it seems
for every one thing
that goes right
too many more go wrong
Sometimes I get so tired
of fighting to stay upbeat
Sometimes the effort
is more than I can bear
Well-meaning words
echo through the canyons
of my mind
suck out my willpower
Harsh words said,
“… because we love you,
worry about you”
are not supportive
Maybe harsh criticism
works for some
ignites their fire
forces them to change
But harsh words to me
do not feel of love
but of finding fault
being talked down to
That if I’m not like them
I’m not perfect
or good enough
or deserving enough
Some days
I don’t feel strong
I don’t want to fight
my energy flatlines
My fire diminishes
I want to crawl
into a hole
and never come out
Sometimes I’m just
too fragile.
Today
I am deflated.
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