I'm so foolish
To keep thinking again and again
That I can find happiness
That I am healing
That I'm ahead of the trauma
The trauma is the existing
The trauma is feeling hope
The trauma is feeling your loss
The trauma is falling in love over and over
And loosing it all
To a world so mad and selfish
I don't have a place here
But my mortality clings desperately to life
To guilt
To fear
Preventing me
From escape
Or any chance of salvation from this place
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Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
