The ME I See

I look in the mirror and I no longer like the face staring back at me.

I no longer like ME,

the me I see,

the me that is ME, you see.

Why don’t I like ME?

the moral ME,

the good parts of ME that tries to live free?

 

Why can’t I embrace those essentials

and leave the lust and longing aside?

The need for love and hugs,

the desire for touch and pleasured cries.

 

I feel myself sinking be degrees,

deeper into a funk I lack the will climb out of,

I’m letting depression, my old friend, win…

…this round,

every round,

every toll of the bell, I give in a little more,

losing ME!

Losing Hope…

…where is HOPE?

that lifeline,

that flicking light,

that promise of happy every after?

Hope is all but lost to my soul,

Hope has all but been banished from my heart.

Only one small vessel courses with optimisms’ giving blood.

Anticipation of better days,

tender healing grains of happy…

…is fading,

washed away by a life gone wrong too many f*****g times!

But enough Hope lingers,

calls,

whispers,

cajoles,

that maybe one day soon…

…again…

I will like the ME I see in the mirror

…and smile.  

 

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