Back before I started therapy, I would occasionally try to express my feelings through poetry. Much of it was terrible but just a few would really begin to say how I was feeling at the time. When I wrote this first one, I was still married (the first time) I showed it to my husband and he completely missed the point. I know it's not the best of work but I had hoped he would see something in it. Alas, that was never to be the case.
Why?
Why do I feel tired all the time?
Why do I struggle just to say "I'm fine?"
Why is my memory so poor
Except for things I did when I was four?
Why has my libido gone?
Why does everything I do seem wrong?
Why do I hate birthdays so much?
Why do I shy away from his touch?
Why do I always want to cry
Without ever really knowing "Why?"
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