It’s been a hard year and it continues on, a nightmare of racism, brutality, a pandemic, isolation, loneliness and death. I don’t have poetry in me, yet I keep watching the news hoping for some change from our current state, but it is all the same, we are at war within ourselves and with the…
Category: Trauma
Let Down
I let you down despite my best attempts said words I can’t unsay phrases I can’t take back confused by life as it seemed haunted by past regrets petrified by my fears I couldn’t be what you needed you told me time and again I was enough, but felt torn down the middle heart stolen…
Isolate
Not in a good place, when I isolate, my safe space to protect from shattering, under the pressure of years of struggle, mixed in with survival, not all bad, I’m just tired, and deep down I still wonder, if I’m just too hurt. Emily ©
