This poem is from my teenage years. It’s a little rough around the edges but I wanted to share it, unedited, from the raw emotions I struggled with as a teenager.
Separated.
Cut off.
No more tears.
No more fear.
So scared.
Might hurt.
Can’t handle
Pain.
Through the door.
Emptiness.
Lonely.
No anger.
Play the cards,
Dealt to you.
Run and hide.
Peace at last.
Stillness.
Utter quiet.
I am
Free.
Cathy Marie Bown 