I can’t help but ask ~ her poetry

I cannot put into words my true frustrations. Longing to be independent, living as a grown child at “home”. This isn’t home.

My parents are long gone. This family took me in and has allowed me to stay far past my job ending. I am separated from the one I love. I feel like a burden.

I feel broken. There’s no transportation to get to a regular job. I only have one experience field. And though I try to be grateful, I can’t help but ask questions.

Life
on hold
Please
someone hear my cry
Oh desperately
Always need
Why?
I can’t help but ask
Why?
Such good given
Such disdain in return
Strong and independent no more

~~~~~~~~~~~

Solitude not found
In this sea of tears
Will I drown?
Cast aside like a beggar on the street
Ungrateful heart
For the roof above
For the foods, I eat

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Uncomfortable
Like a child in Sunday service
Constrained
Gasping for fresh air
Or just to breathe again
Spread my wings
Soar
Fly
Why?
I can’t help but ask
Why?

~~~~~~~~~~

Why can I not fly high?
Like a gleeful bird
Flying high
Restrictions
Broken down
Reduced to nothing
No relief comes

~~~~~~~~~~~

Only sleepless nights
Uncertainty
Fear
I will fight
I will not let this sea of tears take
me down

~~~~~~~~~~~

No
I will not drown
These broken wings
will soar
On the winds
I will fly
but why?
I can’t help but ask
Why?

©2018loveincarcerated

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