I wrote this a while back. When my thoughts were dark and it felt too raw to publish. I am not used to writing like this and the mere thought of me writing anything resembling poetry makes me feel a bit embarrassed in all honesty. Still… here it is.

The streets of her mind are unknown. They stretch into the distance. The smile does not reach her eyes. Every word feels empty. 

She goes through the motions every day. Sometimes it gives reprieve. Sometimes it makes her feel like a fool. A fool in a play that does not end.

Unable to voice her thoughts she stares blindly ahead. Silent tears running down her face. Her hands clutched to her chest. With every breath she trembles.

She does not know why. She does not know how. All she knows is that she has fallen. Into the whirling maelstrom.

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Comments
  1. This is a beautiful expression of those sorts of dark feelings and thoughts.

  2. Bob says:

    Like you sometimes I write without any intention of sharing. My teenage years are full of pages like this, more rant than sense. But it does serve a purpose, it lets the emotion out.

    Thanks for sharing love.

  3. Beautiful writing, again, girl…..sometimes, beautiful things can be borne out of pain, and this was a beautiful piece. Thanks for sharing.

  4. Nice piece of work. Even the dark days teaches us new things about ourselves. Thanks for sharing this.

  5. Nikki B says:

    Yowza, girl. I think we’ve all been there. Bravo on the words.

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