Poetry

Journey

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I don’t know how I feel about this journey I am on right now

I’m always mad and miserable no matter how I try to look on the bright side of things.

Because right now everything seems like it is out of my hand and there is not much I can control.

I want to scream and stop caring so much because even when I care nothing gets done and I’m left cleaning up a mess that wasn’t made by me.

I take the angry words being spit at me even though I didn’t cause the problem, how much longer do I wait for things to become better.

Is better things coming my way or am I cursed to live this life with no hope or light to guide my way in this place.

Outside the place that haunts me day and night, I sometimes have moments were I feel so alive and free.

But, in that place of darkness the sweet and kind me turns so salty and angry and I don’t want to make excuses but telling the truth isn’t really an option.

I count the days when my freedom will become permanent and not just temporary for two to three days.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes