This is a poem about a period of despair where things were “not right” in my mind, but not knowing why at the time. I share this to let others know that sometimes crap happens and we have a choice of living with it or not. It IS easier to look back at life sometimes instead of at the moment, but that is life itself; one of periods of time to experience. I survived a terrible time in my life, and, looking backward, can still reminisce about the journey then and sometimes even now…..
Face at the Window 2015-75
Looking out at the world so near,
yet so far; seeing, but not knowing
of the things others hold so dear.
Peering, wondering, about the earthly
smell, a swish of feet on green grass,
a kiss of the wind on cheek so swell.
A desire so great to escape the bonds,
of a way of life that seems like hell
to do the things that others do, so well.
Nose on glass, breath making fog
a wish, a want, a longing for a chance
to live a life free of minds smog.
Not really hurt, no visible scar, no
means of knowing by others who blurt,
“You look so great, you are, you are!”
Days turn to a week, then to months,
a look at the past that’s gone so fast
with a future that seems so bleak.
Not knowing what, scared of what, not
trying to think of what, not having
the mind to see what, just asking – what?