May 2018
When I said that I was trying,
What I really should have said
Was that I had been stuck.
Mud, muck, mired, and miserable.
What I should have said
Was that I began to claw my way out.
Slipping, sliding, slowly, steady.
What I should have said
Was that home had been in sight
Welcoming, warm, whimsical.
When I said that I was trying,
What I should have said
Was that I had made it back
Only to find I had been gone for too long.
Everything shut up tight,
Boarded over and cold.
Iām sorry I was too late,
Is what I really should have said.
What I really should have said
Was that I had been stuck.
Mud, muck, mired, and miserable.
What I should have said
Was that I began to claw my way out.
Slipping, sliding, slowly, steady.
What I should have said
Was that home had been in sight
Welcoming, warm, whimsical.
When I said that I was trying,
What I should have said
Was that I had made it back
Only to find I had been gone for too long.
Everything shut up tight,
Boarded over and cold.
Iām sorry I was too late,
Is what I really should have said.
There's a lot of baggage with this poem most of it recent. Suffice to say that I was in a bad place and just starting getting myself out this is the resulting poem. Ironically I got shove back down and it wasn't until later that I realized that was what had happened. So I might change the I'm sorry I was too late line.
(28/F/Vermont)
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