Poetry

What

was I thinking when I made this move and everything was so good now I let this place rob me of my happiness.

And it’s time to take that control back and feel good even though I am stuck here for now.

The timing of everything is not great and I’m just trying to clear my mind so that things will be better.

But, the tunnel of which I can find my way out just seems long and tiring.

Somehow I find the strength to get through this even when I just don’t want to fight the battle that seems like a loss to begin with.

I just can’t find the way to walk away and be like everyone else that left before without a word.

I want to explain but, at the same time I realize there is nothing left to say and even if there were I don’t think you would understand anyway.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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