Alone With My Thinking

pexels-photo-808711.jpegAlone with my thinking

darkness stretches all nightlong

This is how my evenings stretch

but I continue to be strong


My shell looks unscathed

in one solid piece with no flaws

but if my skin were transparent

the world would see it all


Crimson red from rips in my heart

tear ducts shriveled and parched

the quiet pain and torment

leaving my soul void and famished


Ask me how I’m doing

my eyes crinkle smiling large

“Fine, but how are you?”

relief depression shows no scars


Alone with thoughts

just another day

disguising I’m really ok

but inside I feel so far away






  1. Anonymous says:

    You need to write a book!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. In the process..Thank you so much


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