I am weak! Really weak! Don't know how to do this,
I don't know how to arise from my bed.
I tried to smile but it fades quickly, quicker than I forced The smile out.
Tears running down like am the river queen! My tears have built me a river.
My wakings are painful like I arise from a bed of nails. My walkings? Hard because I feeling like am walking on knives.
My eating? Hahaha I don't know if I have a mouth anymore. I can't stand up straight without a support.
Cause every part of me is going down by the second.
Every second that passes by passes with a bar of my energy.
Finally I see how easy it is to go bananas
I hear a knock on the door
I know who I knocking on the door
And I know who knocks at this time.
Its not the friendly knock that makes me happy.
Its a cold knock. A knock that draws my soul deeper into my seat.
I don't want to answer but it looks like my not answering will take me to the other side.
It stands and talk to me and each word that comes comforts my flesh
But it hurts my soul more and cuts deeper into my very essence .
It looks like an easy way out!
I don't have to wake up the next DAT thinking about how painful the experience might be
I just need to take his hands and follow his lead not worried about the path where it leads to
I don't have to work so hard anymore I only need to work hard so when I wake tomorrow I wont see me anymore.
I need to see the lifeless me and see me walking away from my pain and from all things that hurt my soul and weakens me.
I don't have to worry about getting up early to meet the target because I've already met the target.
I won't have to see me weep like the river queen anymore.
I won't try to stand up straight needing a support!
I won't have to beg for a say around, just one word I beg
I won't have to try to be the perfect me anymore
I won't have to proof to anybody about my being as a person and as an individual
I won't have to stand and be given an award for my lack of been the lack of me
No! I won't have to walk down the isle with shame as my husband, defect as my brides maids,
disappointment as my in-laws, fear as my pastor, rejection as my best friend!
No! I say No!
I choose to wake up to ghost picture.
You are gifted , keep it up.
Wow. Beautiful poem!
Truly touching and inspiring.
This is really tallent