Poem -
DEAD AIR
she snatches at random
particles
stuffs them in clothes
contorting a shape that fills
up up... grows... into...
something acceptable
something human and neat,
checks the long mirror, ticks
Off, face body....feet,
she panics with rushing
Fuck..fuck...can't find the
smiles...
deflates with the effort of
too many miles, still
To go
M P 23/3/21
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Comments
Don’t u worry about a thing let folk take u as they find u if they even see you ❤️❤️❤️
It's still so hard to function Jill...thanks love ❤️❤️❤️
Bound to be my lovely lass but bit by bit❤️💙❤️
Marion this was such a heartbreaking read. Feeling numb and invisible is something I can relate to. You are a wonderful writer and a woman full of wisdom, you have inspired me many times.
this part tipped it for me. Sometimes it feels impossible to put on that face, expected of you
A powerful piece 💗🌻x
That's a beautiful comment Gwendoline. These days I can barely get out of bed...I live in hope! Thanks love...Hugs 💕
Marion...you are a complete star!! You can write poetry brimming with emotion.
Fuck finding the smiles...let them find you when you are ready for them. Hugs 💕 x
Aw...another lovely comment, I think they are full of emotion because I'm just one big bloody tear but I don't want to keep writing my grief, at least not in an obvious way. Thanks so much love ♥️
Ohhh...keep writing! Hopefully it will help ...hugs and more hugs xx