stuck or the crushing weight of being

i want the comfort i had in the womb

now the words are stuck in my throat,
as if they were a piece of sharp glass.
have i always been like this?
i guess i could be worse.
feeling unsure,
walking on mud,
walking on thin ice,
walking on waters,
on fires.
has it always been like this?
i guess it could be better.
drinking from rivers,
crying a sea,
screaming a storm.
in a way it feels easier,
like i know whats coming this time.
in another way i feel seven again,
waiting for someone to pat my head,
kiss my wet eyes,
someone to tell me
“hey its gonna be fine”,
someone to tell me im still a child.

Author's Note

let me know what u think !

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Interesting example of introspection here. Perhaps we all on some level want someone to tell us we're still a child. The frightening thing is that a lot of us vote for them.

[ana]

thank u john for your review! i guess we all miss being as free as when we were kids.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I like this poem of yours Ana it is very relatable. I yearn for the simpler times of my youth, even though I had a rough upbringing. There were easier days back then where my grandmother would hug me and all the troubles would fade away. Life as an adult is so difficult. We sink or swim on our own. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

[ana]

hi carlos! thank you for your kind review. im still pretty young but i already feel so tired, like im falling through a hole and theres nothing at the bottom of it to catch me, i wonder: is it always like this? also, grandmothers are a gift, truly. thank u once again!