Walking through the neighborhood
Seeing the homes with well kept yards
Dogs barking, children playing and laughing
Curiously detached yet hearing people talking
Staring at the couples holding hands
Witnessing all this without emotion
For you are not part of it, you are alone,
watching the world, from the outside in
Welcoming the numbness for now
You begin to run, blurring away their faces
Focus on the sound, just the sound
The sound of your feet hitting the sidewalk
Breathe in, breathe out
Listen to your heart pounding
Don’t think, just keep running
Keep running til it all goes away
Lungs heaving, you dare not stop
You dare not allow the feelings to come
For this time they will utterly destroy you
Raising your face to the sky, begging for peace
Gently the breeze reaches out and caresses your face
Tearing away the only thread left holding you together
For the breeze carries thoughts, feeling, and passion.
The tears come slowly at first
Building to gut wrenching sobs
Your mind screaming at your foolish dreams
Berating you for putting your heart out there
You knew better than to hope
To hope for even a moment . . .
For you are not part of it, you are alone,
watching the world, from the outside in.
1 Comment
Ahhhh, Cricket. Beautiful poem, even with all the pain in it. You do have a way with words as well as pictures. Having been there too, all I can say is you are so right, just breathe in and breathe out, take one day at a time, and know that you have so many people that have you in their prayers and even though we have never met you have touched my life and made me think about things which has made me a better person.
Michelle in NV