Questions

Questions

A Poem by Lorelei1969
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The clue is in the title..."questions"...

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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 #

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Lorelei1969
Lorelei1969

Petoskey, MI



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A warrior woman with a twisted halo, a shadowed side, and a ragamuffin's soul... more..

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