Sometimes I Call MyselfA Poem by Sarah McFaddenAbout recovery
Sometimes I call myself shipwreck,
Suddenly static, stagnant, Somehow less than a person, a fragment And everything moves in slow motion. Sometimes I call myself abandoned building, Viciously vacant, vapid My mind is cloudy, heartbeat rapid, And it all gets too quiet. Sometimes I call myself time bomb, Terrifyingly tameless, thinning, My hands are trembling, my world is spinning, And I am growing afraid of my own mind. Sometimes I call myself human, Halfway happy, healing, My heart is sealing, true identity revealing, And I have learned to call myself....better. © 2016 Sarah McFadden |
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Added on November 3, 2016 Last Updated on November 3, 2016 Author
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