Heavy
I have been trying to escape from you
For years
And still you’re a strong presence
In my life
The thought of you poisons my attitude
The mere mention of your name
Makes me want to crawl in a
Corner
And no longer exist
My life has been nothing
But a revolvement of you
Of what you did
Of what you are still capable of doing
To me
I run away
Inside of myself
To get away
From all this torture
To try and somehow find the numbness
I use to have
The coldness I used to deal with this
Experience
Is it possible that I’ve used it all up?
Now I’m stuck here
Having to deal
With all this heaviness
That I can’t keep carrying
I don’t know how I found strength
To carry this burden for so long
Or is this where I belong now?
In order to get rid of it all
In order to walk away
With the little sanity I have left?
I really don’t know anymore
I wish I didn’t care either
-Tootsie
rbafroggie 5:27 am on November 25, 2010 Permalink |
I really identify with this a lot. I like your writing very much. I used to write a lot of poetry too, but some of the stuff I have is very angry and/ or explicit. I don’t know if I will ever post it or not.
Tootsie 5:40 am on November 25, 2010 Permalink |
Thank You:) Some of my writing is very angry as well.. haven’t posted any of those really. But I hope to read one of yours, if you ever post one 🙂
Talon 4:59 pm on November 25, 2010 Permalink |
Tootsie, this was hard to read. As a Mom myself, I can’t imagine leaving a child behind.
The hard thing is, how could you not care? That’s what’s so hard to come to terms with.
Beautiful poem.
Tootsie 5:14 pm on November 25, 2010 Permalink |
That is the hardest to come to terms with, I agree completely!
Thank you for the comment! 🙂