Un-Destiny
A frozen feeling isn’t even the start.
A frozen feeling isn’t even the start
movements around me, truly set apart
the gestures and looks, my mind is scarred
my body is unable to disregard
not all human beings are out to harm
there’s nothing I can do, only to reaffirm
but sweating profusely just confirms
it’s out of my hands, do you hear my words?
I avoid crowds, it becomes a blur
my heart starts beating down walls, like herds
most times I push through it, to avoid embarrassment
all of these meds make me feel unintelligent
life is another word for imprisonment
my whole life, for some reason, I’ve felt different
no answers, just a girl who’s predicament is evident
I was always being judged by family sinners
from home to home,
putting on fake smiles at family dinners
I was numb to the fact, that I were my own trigger...
silly girl, you were born with veins full of liquor
From the very beginning, my life began in complete error
Always carried hope, that things would get better
—h.b. Woods
About the Creator
H.b. Woods
I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
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