Stealthy Dissapearing
Stepping away from the loving life
Dissappearing snuck up on me
One stealthy step at a time
Obfuscating my vitality
By cloaking it in normality.
First the family drifted away,
Connecting and belonging interrupted,
By distance and distractions,
The shared, cared for path, became a lane for one.
Then came the surprising erosion of self,
Leaving me diminished and bereft,
Wondering how I became the lost.
Valiently, I tried to thwart,
The dissappearing hope,
By shifting expectations and altering the course.
But, as fatigue wins each day, early.
It leaves me wallowing in the thought,
That I've dissappeared my happier past,
Into slower, sadder, steps.
About the Creator
Terry Roe
Some people paint, others dance, and happy people sing. Writing is the white space that allows me to color some moods, move some thoughts, and hum some tunes.
Comments (1)
This was so poignant and beautifully written. Loved your poem!