Rachel Laurene

Words

 

I try to speak on how I feel
But
The words always come out wrong.

Sit and meditate to heal,
Still -
I don't feel like I belong.

Shove down every emotion
Til
They burst, all pyroclastic.

I'm left with my destruction
Cos
I'm overly dramatic. 

I wish, I wish, I wish, I
Don't
Wish I'd had a different life.

I light, I fight, I'm right I'm
Not
Just want to feel that sunlight.

I'm tired, manic and fraught
When
Working through all my issues.

My brain all consumed in thought
Of
My years pent up in tissues.

Stay strong, fight on, relentless
Go
Focus: upon my own health

Still, I know I must fix this:
Know
I've hurt others and myself.

I'm trying, I'm doing, trust
I
Am pursuing all options.

I won't quit til dying, just
Please
God, please: give love and guidance.

  • Author: Rachel Laurene (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2022 21:37
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