Feelings
Feeling sad and blue.
Who knew it would be true.
Years ago, it happened.
So long ago, I was near the end.
The assault hurted me, wondering what did I do?
Because of him I can't be me or with you.
I wish I could change it.
Then I wouldn't have be inside and sit.
I try to trust again, not know if there is one.
Otherwise sometimes I feel like saying I am done.
I just hold it with in my soul.
Knowing someday it will go.
Please if someone asks you.
Be sure you stay safe and do.
Helping others isn't what it used to be.
Sometimes I feel like hanging like a monkey in a tree.
Copyright © Charlene Gibson-Hernes | Year Posted 2025
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