Poetry

Am I

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kidding myself by staying and letting the waves of stress and feeling overwhelmed crash into my day and night.

The feeling of being trapped in a box and no matter how much I scream for help no one comes.

It’s so overwhelming that I just can’ stop thinking is this pain and frustration worth it.

To feel like a robot day in and day out.

Repeating the same words and dealing with the same problem over and over again.

The answer is no and yet leaving seems so hard when it should be like a snap of my fingers and freedom will be there.

Yet here I stand as if I’m chained to this place!

A corner in which I have no control of and so when the storm hits I just have to brace myself and hope I survive another moment and day and week.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I feel

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Like I want it all

and yet all I’m grasping at is air.

There seem to be no answers to my questions.

And no matter what I do I feel like I’m running out of solutions.

I’m continually running out of stuff and the truth is there is no help being thrown my way.

I feel used and left to swim or sink and right now I’m sinking.

I seem fine and tired on the outside but I’m truly drained on the inside and faking the little bit of joy to keep me going.

It’s like I’m the cat foolishly following you around because you have a fake mouse a stick.

Will, I ever give up or will I continue to let you lead me the wrong way.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyright ©️ 2015 By Deirdre Stokes