sandpaper can't hurt me

Zer0

I don't know how to tell my parents I'm struggling.
Because one minute I'm a giggling
12 year old,
sleeping over at friends houses,
laughing at nothing,
eating junk food
and watching horror movies,
the next minute I'm a bumbling
17 year old,
and someone has pulled the plug out of my bath,
I'm cold and shaking,
alone in a cylinder cube that's spinning and spinning
and spinning out of control,
I can't move my arms because of the speed,
it's throwing me in directions I never knew existed
until now,
as I'm cascading down a waterfall,
plummeting to the ends of the earth,
I scream for mercy at a God I don't know,
and wish I attended church once a week,
prayed to a religion I don't believe,
just to feel comfort wrap their arms around me,
but still, amidst the wreckage
and the bendy, broken bones
and my calloused feet from running around in my head all day,
I pull myself up,
shake my head and watch as my tears fall
from my face, just like the dust from my hair,
and I take a bath,
and I continue.
Even though I ache and I cry,
and I feel I could die,
I soldier on throughout the wind and the rain,
and as the hail falls forth from the skies,
and pandora's box opens
I scream:
"Yes! I made it!"
because I had gotten up that morning and attended my morning classes,
even though I have shapes and welts where the hail had hit,
I still laugh like I'm
12 years old again.
I bandage my wounds,
and watch as they scar,
and although I hide them,
and slander and name call them,
I kiss them now and again to
make sure they heal.
Because I can't be sure when someone will
kiss me to make me recover,
so I kiss myself to sleep every night,
and tell myself I'm worthy of it.
Just so I can wake up and smile.

To a world that's spinning out of my control.

  • Author: Zero (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2018 15:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Reach for help, we will reach back, however far away the hand seems. -Z.xo
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 19
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Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Round like a circle in a spiral
    Like a wheel within a wheel
    Like a carousel that's turning
    Running rings around the MOON
    Like the circles that you find
    In the windmills of your mind ..... !

    WELCOME ZERO ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ Well penned but dripping with sadness & personal angst. MPS is a very empathetic site and we will support you from our own experience ! Every Blessing ~ BRIAN (UK)

  • Lorna

    A very thoughtful stream of consciousness! Write us more!



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