Looking up from below, it's sketchy but I can see, pieces of a person that once belonged to me. When I try to grab them they seem to fade away, memories from a past I knew but no longer have today. Push yourself so I've been told, be a mother and a wife. You owe it to the ones you love to sacrifice your life. But what do you do when you're weary and tired and can't go on, to the hollow in the tunnel your existence now belongs. I long to do the things I see, so each day I look above, and try to reach the pieces of the things I used to love. Their there, then their not, so I rest my mind at ease, to the hollow in the tunnel that's become the life for me.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this at about 4 in the morning, I couldn't sleep. Basically all the feelings or lack there of, came to the fore and poured themselves out onto the printed page. It took all of ten minutes or less to finally surmise the confusion of many years. I was inspired to submit this because some person I don't know who, chatted with me once inquiring of me if I had a poem. He said he was submitting it to some sort of poetry book on-line. So I've been trying to find it. That's how I found you guys.
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