there's this woman in my mind
She's pieced together from memories
ideas
and books I've gathered
thought
collected
She's strong
happy
nobody's fool
She's who I want to be.
but this woman
this patchwork person of my mind
is not who I am
I am not strong
I am not happy
I get played far too often.
Yet she is in me
screaming to be seen.
And on rare occasions
when the days have been too long
the nights too short
the hurt too much
she appears.
She saves me
when I cannot save myself
and then
with a whimper disappears
as I fix the damage my patchwork person
has left behind
She is who I want to be
but I will spend my life
cleaning her messes
and wondering why
I want to be her.
About the Creator
Sity Sullivan
Sitadel aka Sity I can be found at @awkwardsity for basically any platform I'm on... idk I'm a nerd I guess?
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