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Sorting myself out.

by  optiplex

Posted: Monday, January 31, 2005
Word Count: 178




Confusion, un-decidedness to who can I turn?
What to do now?

Look for the answer, and its not to be found.
I thrash, rant, argue and cry...

Total loss, nowhere to run - I need help;
Who is my friend, and who is not...

One thing is for sure - most of them don't understand!
Some of them snigger, some they laugh

Who are they to judge? What do they know?

Finally I snap, roll up into a ball.
No Talk, no cry just pure emptiness.

I look into myself, and just know... This has to stop
And stop it will...

The first meeting, nervous, like a first date,
Clumsy, dancing around, un-relaxed talk…

The second meeting, just a little more relaxed,
Suddenly I snap - and out it all rushes

Tears, hurt, pain & anger - all of these things I express...
I walk out of this meeting feeling oh so better

One year on, life is so much better - smiles, and happiness.
But I still see the person that helped me release.

To be continued...