Always

I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut by a thousand fists

Flung into the sky, swept up by a whirlwind

Thrown in the river, gasping for air

Dragged through the mud, then

Strung out on a clothesline to dry, limbs flapping uselessly in the wind

As I am released by the clothespins, I crumple to the ground, a heap of misery

“Are you okay?” They ask

“Of course.”

Author's Note

This poem is copyrighted by me.

Reviews

[Zayir]

I think many people can relate to this because sometimes it feels like when something bad happens then it snowballs and you're like "Can I get a f*****g break". Raw, angry and eloquent. Love it

Much Love

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I am glad you are fine. Hard life experiences can make us stronger or weaker. You write well that experiences so i can feel my own wounds .

[R]

Thank you!

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You welcome

[Gee]

Battered, bloodied and unbowed. Most of my working days are akin to this, then home and breathe.
A delightful wee read

[R]

Thanks for the comment :)

[lijoabrahamblog (Lijo A..]

Awesome

Very well written

[R]

Thank you!

[Akira]

Beautiful write you got here.

And yes, I can relate too.

[R]

Thanks, I'm glad you can relate.