I wonder how we got here
How we transitioned from real connections
To flimsy substitutions that fail
To provide mental and emotional corrections
How we went from talking to one another
Through living life successfully
To use social media as communication
And one-way media to replace therapy
I wonder how we got here
As my heart rises into my throat, then sinks to the floor
As you tell me with disconnected emotion
That you don't want to see me anymore
How my heart dissolves to leave me an empty shell
A hollow ache in my chest where love used to be
Leaving me numb from running after something
A race — no, a competition — that I failed to beat
I'm beat. I'm tired. My energy is drained.
I go through the motions numb, with none of me left to give
Simultaneously, I join the sea of nameless women
Lost in the history of men they'd rather forget
And I wonder: is it worth loving if real love no longer lives?
I wonder how we got here
It all seems like a blur
I pray my life and joy will reconnect
But for now, we are at the Disconnect.
About the Creator
Jemilla Mills-Smith
I’m a fiction writer that published her first YA novel “Bastet’s Legacy” last year. I want to commit my life to writing stories for everyone to relate to.
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