How Are You Really?

I can not bear these bones she said
I can not lift theses bones of lead
Oh how I dread to rise from bed
And carry all this weight again

When I wake my mind I beg
To wait for me to catch my head
These thoughts are taking all my breath
The oxygen can’t reach my legs

On concrete feet I traipse away
I drag them while I work and play
When people ask I smile and say
I’m well thanks how are you today?

Reviews

[emmajoy]

There are some who would go on endlessly about those awful feelings, experiences, merely to get the attention they think they should have. Others, like you, write three honest stanzas, leave them to be read or not.. they have been and/but should be read more. Honesty here, no self pity, more words to say, 'Okay, it's how it is.. now.. where' s the polish!' Take care, keep safe.

Simplicity in the very finest way, How it is for the non those that get on with life, come what may. More than a touch brilliant, in fact..

[barleygirl]

My experience in life (as an older person) -- if I were to tell people how I really feel, they would proceed to give me advice on what I need to do or change to live like them. Even tho most people mask true feelings for different reasons, as your poem suggests, it's often for a good reason & a protective maneuver. Your poem is so vivid in portraying how tragically difficult it can be for some people to just live, day to day (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have been there, elle...and know what it is like to put on that front...to pretend because we just don't want to go there, we don't want to let on...we hope it will ease up...but often it just persists and imprisons us.
j.