like a frightened child locked in a cage
cold and alone ,withholding a silent rage
upon bestowed unbearable pain
the mind meanders to running in rain
lost,confused a failsome burden
a flightless bird that feels unhearden
why, when, what happened -
when did u stop being the real you?
crippled with sadness,and plagued by guilt
what will it take to feel resolute?
gnawing away at the jaw and the heart
when will this end and when did it start?
grabbing the bars and shaking with vigour
how is the out that been trying to figure?
yearning,dreaming ...trying to break free-
all i want to be the old me....
"Written as i feel"
By Donna Bolch
About the Creator
Donna Bolch
i am the very proud mother of two incredible humans,and the wife of a wonderful husband of more than 20 years,.
i suffer from fibromyalgia and functional neurological disorder.
I love photography, and reaching my goals.
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