Even if it won't help anybody but me
It has to be worth it anyway.
Writing down how I feel within me,
How my mind is leading me astray.
I once thought that I found the way
That I knew where I'm going and why.
I thought, I understand and can say
What is wrong and what is right.
Turns out I again was wrong
Things are different, more complex.
After all I feel broken, alone,
And it has become hard to relax.
I am wondering when it is time
For myself to just fall and let go,
To be able to let my thoughts be
And to breath, deeply breath, on my own.
Instead I am feeling estranged
From this world and my thoughts
Alienated.
I am trying to grasp what it means
And I don't understand,
Feeling frustrated.
This is where this poem leads us
Needless to say into the unknown
And repeatedly one may have asked,
Is there really nowhere she can go?
Sep 8, 2024
Sep 8, 2024 at 10:39 AM UTC
Even if it won't help anybody but me
It has to be worth it anyway.
Writing down how I feel within me,
How my mind is leading me astray.
I once thought that I found the way
That I knew where I'm going and why.
I thought, I understand and can say
What is wrong and what is right.
Turns out I again was wrong
Things are different, more complex.
After all I feel broken, alone,
And it has become hard to relax.
I am wondering when it is time
For myself to just fall and let go,
To be able to let my thoughts be
And to breath, deeply breath, on my own.
Instead I am feeling estranged
From this world and my thoughts
Alienated.
I am trying to grasp what it means
And I don't understand,
Feeling frustrated.
This is where this poem leads us
Needless to say into the unknown
And repeatedly one may have asked,
Is there really nowhere she can go?
Writing for relief and self-understanding in difficult times, back in 11/2023.
