heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Wish
I wonder when I’ll know me again. Everyone around seems to know me. I feel scattered. I feel adrift. I feel unmoored. I feel unfamiliar, though I’m familiar with all that is around me. All these people around me are sailing in their little boats, moving swiftly through the river of their days as if everything is the same, but nothing is the same. I watched my capsized boat descend into the depths of something dark that I didn’t recognize, and now I am trying to move forward in chest-deep mud flowing in the opposite direction of my course. Their lives move on and forward, but mine has stopped and moving in any direction, especially where I perceive forward to be, is pushing against this unknown mud leaving me immobilized.
By Leslie Staven2 years ago in Poets
