Enveloped by Darkness,
I lean my damp back
against the feathery soft pillow
and close my eyes gently
Trying not to think
I lay
in the airtight room
alone why me?
what if?
how come? the questions swirl
faster and faster
I watch them detached as they whirl by
in a blender
suffocating me. I breathe out loud to the empty room
It sighs back
Even with the storm of loving words,
I lay in the giant bed
soaked through and through,
Hating it all
Fearing the aftermath
Wishing I didn’t have
a demanding job
Chastizing myself for not being perfect Seventy-five days passed by
Yet the darkness lingers
Like a soggy wet shoe— Shaking off the cold shoe
I remain forever stamped
Stamped by the darkest hour
The darkest hour that passed through me Stronger for it
I sit, grateful that its over.
in the airtight room
alone why me?
what if?
how come? the questions swirl
faster and faster
I watch them detached as they whirl by
in a blender
suffocating me. I breathe out loud to the empty room
It sighs back
Even with the storm of loving words,
I lay in the giant bed
soaked through and through,
Hating it all
Fearing the aftermath
Wishing I didn’t have
a demanding job
Chastizing myself for not being perfect Seventy-five days passed by
Yet the darkness lingers
Like a soggy wet shoe— Shaking off the cold shoe
I remain forever stamped
Stamped by the darkest hour
The darkest hour that passed through me Stronger for it
I sit, grateful that its over.
