Poetry With Me

And there I was again

Once more not whole

once more broken in a way I was unsure how to repair

Lost in thought

Tired and in despair

I held on to the notion that there was some higher meaning

some higher power that would come and save me

but I realized while digging myself out of the mud

that no one was coming

no one could even hear me scream

Or maybe no one cared?

And so I cried through it

I screamed and yelled

but I climbed

I dug

I worked myself out of the mud

and here I am

Again

standing at the top ragged and worn

dirty and heartbroken

but I could hear the birds singing

I could feel the warmth of the sun

I could choose to walk towards the river

hell I could run to it

or I could stay here waiting for someone to come

I don’t think I want to

I don’t think right now that I care

My mind is pushing me to go as my legs achingly move forward

I know though

never again,

never again, do I want to be there.

With Love,

GV Rioz