Poetry

Sometimes

I wonder if I let these things happen to me because I feel I’m not worthy of being treated better.

I feel like this will not ever end for they own me now and the way out is just not something I am blessed with.

Some come and go and yet I am still here through it all.

The pain will not end and so I feel it all everyday like it’s something brand new is happening to me.

But, it’s not new and it does not decrease but it increases until I can’t remember when it ends for by then I would have already passed out.

Sometimes I  think what if and why me and then I’m usually blessed with not knowing and I guess now I’m okay with the answers to these thoughts are not answered.

For eventually I forget about those things and move on to other things in hope that things will get better in the end.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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