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For twenty years…
You laid beside me…
Lying with a straight face
Telling me things
You thought I wanted to hear
Pretending that you were mine
But why am I blaming you
I pretended too
Pretended to unsee what I saw
Living a lie
Too afraid to lose you
Too afraid to be alone
Afraid to see who you really are..
A stranger by my bedside…
As a daughter …
As a wife….
As a mother…
You give yourself selflessly
To make sure everyone is ok…
To make sure everyone is seen…
But in all of this chaos
Who will make sure…
You are not lost…
That you are seen too…
Flaming red skies…
Makes me melt…
Like butter on toasted rye…
A song wafts in…
from the window next door..
into mine…
In a language from a foreign land..
words I cannot understand..
Bringing tears to my eyes…
Touching me so…
Connecting me to my neighbour next door…
Who I don’t know…
My cell phone rings
Wakes me up
It’s my boss calling
I look up my Twitter
To check what others are saying
My ideologies own me
Stuck in my ways
Believing my side always
Has become a habit
I cannot quit
Am I truly free
Or do I shout out Freedom
Just to fit in
Sometimes you say too much
Sometimes you say too little
Sometimes you say nothing at all..
When it matters the most…
I spent days..
laying in bed
not able to get up
tears flowed endlessly..
my life felt in shambles
unliveable…lost….
days went by…
watching  myself disintegrate
Then one day…
I dragged myself out of bed
I took a warm shower
got dressed in my favourite dress
put on makeup
went for a walk in the Park
felt the warm sun on my back
sweet smell of lavender
in my nose
and somehow life seemed worth living again
slowly ….but surely….
I found myself again…
This a continuation of my poem " Falling apart " . It is the small steps that really matter.
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