(artwork by Irene Suchocki)
Here I go
I bear my soul
The isolation I feel is intense
I grieve for the lost part of me
I once fluttered around like a butterfly
and now I am grounded without wings
I gaze upon the wind
Greeting it with a solemn grin
I recall a 'use to be'
that was my identity
I have traded it in for something I love
Yet as a whole I am not a part of
The flower within me is the total gift
And one I can not part with
I feel trapped in my daily givings
A forever groundhogs day
In which I often smile and dive into
Yet somedays I feel as if I could drown
My desperation must be seen
For those I reach out to seem
To not really be
enough to see
that every day in isolation is destroying me
Poem By Melissa Rubin
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