I'm still skeptical
That it's possible
After all of these years
I'm
Doubtful
Fearful
Stuck....
How is one to recover
When the pain still lives
Just under the skin
Consuming the heart
Stealing my breath
Thriving on politeness
Covered with smiles and responsibilities
Although, evidence of the wound
Has healed
Callused
It's the mind that fosters the scars
Flashbacks
Of events
Series of neglect
That severed my peace
Seemingly building a dam
Between what I knew
Who I was
And who I am
Maimed
Disfigured
Reassigned
For love?
For assurance?
For the momentary satisfaction of not being alone
But....finding I am
More alone than ever
Because now
I don't even like who I am
Don't know her
Familiar yet foreign
Suspicious
Paranoid
Circling
Continuously
Trying to pinpoint
The exact moment of impact
Finding the fracture
Replaying the cctv of my memory
Recalling the witness statements
Of friends and loved-ones
Who stood by
Watching
Frozen and helpless to intervene....
Hoping to find
The answers
**
Of
Just exactly who the hell am I?
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (1)
Only you know the answers to this and these questions. You are who you are a very clever and witty writer of poems and stories. Great job.