| Unsteady |
| 1/14/03 - 11:30pm |
| Quick as lightning it strikes her, she drops to her knees, In desperation she tries to put her mind at ease. Her mind races for an answer, but in between sighs, Never reaching resolution, tears explode as she cries. The tears she shed are her repressed pain, Her sense of non-belonging, her sense of nothing gained. Her sense of lack of friendship, her sense of wanting more, Her lack of self-identity, for her, life is a chore. So many expectations must she fulfill in her position, All her stresses and frustrations always squelch her high ambitions. So here we find this lonely girl, sobbing quietly in retreat, She wipes her eyes and stands again, unsteady, on her own two feet. |
| Notes: I wrote this poem at a time when I was feeling as though I was failing at everything I was doing and that I wasn't good enough to do anything. Because I have a fear of failure and disappointing people, this was REALLY eating away at me and I had become REALLY depressed. To add to all this, I was also feeling left out of everything my friends were doing and like I didn't belong to any group of people...leaving me wondering who I was and where I belonged. Toward the end of the poem I'm explaining how, although I have this pain and these insecurities, I must learn to move on, learn from my mistakes, and keep living life. |
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