Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Time sped past her
It was such a shock
Hours turned to seconds
Inside this clock
The minute hand struck her
Threw her to her knees
The ticking was deafening
She needed more time please
He was slipping
Away to somewhere else
Somewhere she couldn’t have him
Somewhere she couldn’t help
Her time was stolen
Given no goodbyes
Before the hellworld took him
Leaving her only “why….?”
Will the inscape of my poetry
Foreshadow my doom
Will it lay the groundwork for me
Intentions in a cradled moon
Or is it visions of my trauma
My past that lit fire after night
The things that built me lonely
Past and Future surely blight
This week has been a very vulnerable week, as I write this from a different state about to attend a funeral. From the recent death, all the rejections I’ve gotten so far, and dipping my toes into a past that threatens to drown me, I would say that it has been challenging mentally. I tried to find a poem I have done in the past this morning before having to get ready that didn’t sting and burn to the touch of a thought, but the only one I found was one that I thought fits well to the day I had yesterday.
Resentment inhabits me from so long ago.
Alone. My family’s eyes boring into me.
Always the outcast.
No one by my side.
I never want the same for you.
Life,
death.
Everything covers her.
She wants them both.
The growing need
it pushes her,
to do something
that most won’t.
She holds her death in one hand.
Seven pills in a fist.
It is funny that that is God’s number,
for he will be seeing her
after this.
Another poem from my past.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 