Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
my arms around myself won't let me down
I hug myself shutting everything out- the pain is massive tearing into my guts- my arms around myself hold me tight so as to I don't fall apart. I squeeze my eyes tight, tearless I stay
why did I ever think I could hold on to something which was never mine in the first place?
that ache will be there a long time yet I will stand upright as my arms won't let me down