Sitting in my house of wonder
Wondering why
Why I am still sitting here alone
Why does this pain continue to ruminate in my soul
Why my heart still beats but it is missing a beat
Why I find no joy in anything
The simple sway of trees on a beautiful fall day
Or the night lit up by fireflies just waiting to be caught
Nope no joy in even considering anything like this
Yet my background of tears and rain fill me with sorrow and pain
I am full with no room for anything else
Why though is always the question.
I want to see the sunshine over the water
I want to smile at the antics of puppies
I want so many things
Yet why am I stuck in this dark room full of grief, pain, and fear.
Why?
About the Creator
Carol Shupard
I am a disabled individual with psoriatic arthritis, osteoarthritis, fibromylagia, and some mental health issues. I love researching things, writing poetry, and ghost hunting.
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