Lost in seas of I-don’t-know’s
Captive to the native cant’s
Hope rests ashore
Faith hands it a cold Red Stripe
Each wave of depression
Comes just like the last but with
More heat and tips the balance
Creating a whirlpool in which
The Monster can live….
He comes like an unseen wave,
accidentally swallowed
And stays like a tooth pick,
stuck in the stomach;
unwanted and fatal
So she tries to ***** him out of her system; tries to starve him out of her system; tries to… to….
She knows he’s back now
Be very quiet
So he’ll probably leave if he thinks no one is home
Wrong!
He turns the corner of the wall
She dives under the seas
He laughs at her
She knows why,
She’s been a fool
Can’t not see he’s already got her
Can’t not see he’s the full-stop in life
But she refuses to give in.
Because if he’s the full-stop in life,
Then The Great Him must be the exclamation point.
- Leigh-Ann B.
I was going through a really rough time in my life when I wrote this poem (obviously) but it's amazing that after those troubled times passed, I can still look at this poem and learn something from it. Thank you, Internet! For holding onto my docs like a treasure chest.