QuestionsA Poem by Lorelei1969The clue is in the title..."questions"...Why is the air surrounding me filled with confusion? Static..white noise..voices one on top of the other Conflict..arguing..chaos..turmoil.. Is this real life? Is this really what family is all about? What isn’t bouncing off like reverb Is hush hush and blanketed Sort of like Bruno we don’t talk about this, that, or the other And we certainly don’t ask questions We simply trot about, heads down, “Yes, sir! No, ma’am!” We talk to no one but Jesus And somehow we turn out fine I don’t feel fine I’m twisted into knots all the time No disrespect to Jesus, I like Him good and well, Isn’t someone there, someone to talk with and listen.. Someone in the here and now Who will wrap me up and keep me safe? © 2024 Lorelei1969 |
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Added on March 7, 2024 Last Updated on March 7, 2024 Tags: #MentalHealth, #FamilyTrauma #ReligiousTrauma # AuthorLorelei1969Petoskey, MIAboutA warrior woman with a twisted halo, a shadowed side, and a ragamuffin's soul... more..Writing
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