I do not have a clear direction
I have no idea where I’m heading
The road is rough
The path is tough
The skies are misty
I can’t feel the me I was
I don’t know what my essence is,
At least, not anymore.
I have fears and doubts
I have pains in my chest that I can’t explain
I am bent
My knees are weak
My eyes are teary
My heart is heavy
My mind is tired
My friend says I still have time
She says time takes time
I want to believe her
I really do
I want to have it all figured out
I want to get back on track
I want to try
I want to live
I want butterflies to eternally
Flutter in my tummy
I want to find the me I lost
I will rise
I actually will
I will take my life in my hands
I will be brave
I will get back on my feet.
I am only bent
I am not broken.
This is beautiful. Deb, you got it!
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Thank you, Dapo. ☺
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This is some real brilliant poetry! I could relate. I’m inspired.
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Thank you,Thabo. I can’t wait to read your next write.
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Beautiful poem. Loved it!
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Thank you,ma!
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Nice one, Dorian.
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That’s us very good
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This is very good
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Such a hope filled rendition. Tnx for this beautiful piece dear… I may b bent buh m nt broken
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Such a nice n loving hope filled rendition. Tnx for this beautiful piece dear. I may b bent buh m nt broken
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