and I come to feel myself
falling (or is it floating?)
into an attitude.
Patience gives way to disgust
and yet, beneath it
I feel fear and melancholy
like that which I embody
when someone says
"I don't love you."
Tightly my armor raises
and I display qualities
that I abhor
while quietly forcing
my own interment.
In milliseconds
my life becomes a vacuum
minus the security
of even my self
Until
I am allowed
to realize
the intrinsic humor
of my uncertainty
And through my laughing
I am released.
—me strauss Letting me be
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And through my laughing
I am released
sometimes laughter is the only thing that saves us, I know it does for me (hugs)
hope you are doing ok my friend
Ni mergrl,
I'm doing fine. How are you? Did I hear you're not well?
much better now thanks, all is well :0) glad to here things are fine with you :0)
have a good monday (hugs)
Thanks Island girl,
You have wonderful Monday too!
Liz
Remember? I don't do poetry. But I got this one.
I felt the same way too once (okay, maybe more than once). The same fear and loathing and the final laughing...
Hey Melly,
Anger is something we all get I think. :)
Liz
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