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Stretched, torn, hauled Churned inside out, Bound in knots With no way out "Push on, move on Get on with it! Pick yourself up, Just deal with it" I wake, surface Slump out of bed Dazed in shower, Wish I was dead "Shut up, think straight Sort out your head! You're crazy, nutcase; Hear what I said?!" Yes Sir, though Sir My bags are full, I Truly believe It's best for all I can't go on, Bereft, forlorn Can't heave myself My bones are worn "Why act so bruised?!" How can't you know, Life struck me with The penultimate blow If it were simple, I'd escape this place But my son, you see Is my saving grace. © Karen L Hamilton, January 2016
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
The Penultimate Blow
Stretched, torn, hauled Churned inside out, Bound in knots With no way out "Push on, move on Get on with it! Pick yourself up, Just deal with it" I wake, surface Slump out of bed Dazed in shower, Wish I was dead "Shut up, think straight Sort out your head! You're crazy, nutcase; Hear what I said?!" Yes Sir, though Sir My bags are full, I Truly believe It's best for all I can't go on, Bereft, forlorn Can't heave myself My bones are worn "Why act so bruised?!" How can't you know, Life struck me with The penultimate blow If it were simple, I'd escape this place But my son, you see Is my saving grace. © Karen L Hamilton, January 2016
After being spat out the back end of 2015 I'm carefully piecing back the pieces of my  life. In May, I became a single mother to my then 6 month old son, 2 months later i was given notice by my landlord and following that my whole world came tumbling down. The past 7 months have been testing to say the least, I was pushed beneath my depths and despite trying to soldier through, I was swallowed whole by the realms of depression.  I truly believed the best option for everybody was for me to no longer be here. I'm pleased to say after therapy,  medication,  and a lot of support from my mother I am on the way out. I'm not fixed, nor is my life but I now understand I won't always be broken. My son was honestly the only thing that kept me going.  And i will do everything in my power to do and give my very best for him always. Moving home in 5 days. New year, new beginnings.
KarenLHamilton
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
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