A piece of shrivled up nothing; hopeless, pitiful, and full of mournful thoughts. Reachig for something, anything, to grab hold of, to pull myself out. My fingers clutch nothing, only thin air, and slowly I see the clouds layer more, get darker and lower than I've ever seen. I start to feel myself pull away, deeper within myself, where I swore I wouldn't go again. Old habits die hard, though, and I just sink lower into this hole. This hole of misery and pain few other experience, yet I can't do anything about it. I have to be strong, bottle up those fears and feelings, be strong for those around me. I paste on asmile, act as if nothing is going wrong and when others need me, I'm there. The hug, the smile, the everlasting strong place to hold onto. I can't find anything to hold onto though, like everyone else is finding in me. Maybe it's just pride, or fear, or a need not to share. I'm never totally sure.
My fingers clutch at thin air, while I'm the strong one for others. Reaching for something, anything to grab hold of, to pull myself out; yet everything feels like it's pushing me down.
(I don't feel this way constantly, but there have been so tough times in my life. Who hasn't had them?)
Wow, this could make a great poem! I like how you express yourself in such a figurative way, I also enjoyed reading all your other posts.
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oh my goodness! that was wonderful! I love how what you wrote made me think i was reading about myself also..very good job :)
ReplyDeletethis was really well written. you can hear the voice in your writing. you have a few grammar errors but nothing major. it was something I enjoyed reading. good job. you're really good at reaching your audience.
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