Nella

...trying desperately to find myself

The awakening of

the soul,

the head,

and finally the body

has passed old Nella by

again.

She lies purblindly

on her forlorn,

forgotten bed of time…

 

Memories slicing thru her past,

stinging like a hornet.

Thinking of the nights before

which never came to be.

Poor old Nella

burnt again

and taken for a ride…

She doesn’t like to blame

herself;

She blames it on her pride…

 

Nella isn’t really hurt

(or so that’s what she says)

she’s been thru all those

½ a*s games

a thousand times before.

 

Awakenings,

made up myths,

foolish dis (illusions).

That’s all there is,

and there ain’t no more,

so Nella says to me.

It’s time to close

my eyes, and sleep

 once more,

to wake up when it’s better.

 

 

 

                                              

Author's Note

Written May 28, 1972
picture: The moon

Reviews

[Sukriti Suki]

I like how you underlined IT'S....This has a very strong emotion to it.....pain, grief are all half gone when we accept we have it.....nice work.

[Maya Storm]

wow.. this was written beautifully
I do like it that she still has a good outlook at the end "my eyes, and sleep
once more, to wake up when it’s better." There is a better tomorrow if you have hope.

[Becky C Strukamp]

You penned beautifully!!! Most excellent!! I love your delivery of a poem..it flows gracefully off the lips.

[VelvetRosetta]

Many of us say we are ok, when reality is, we are in pain, sleep can seem better, in dreams we can fade from reality...
I liked this poem in a way it reminds me alot of myslef, pride can be a friend, or an enemy!

[Ladysue]

great opening and I love that ending...this flows wonderfully. loved it...