Home » Poems » Caren Krutsinger » Losing Myself

Losing Myself

I wander away from myself. In slivers and slips Bits and pieces. Tiny fragments, diamond shaped, in shards. Slowly at first, then in earnest, Faster and faster. Spinning my wheels Running toward nothingness Throwing myself on the edge of train tracks Waiting for the train that never comes Wondering at the ridiculousness of thoughts I do not claim as my own

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Jeanne Mcgee

Date: 7/27/2019 12:22:00 PM

into words well spoken when you come back...faster and faster!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/27/2019 4:06:00 PM

I agree. The tempo is always a surprise for sure; I never know if my heart will be beating out of my chest or I will be lying like a sloth, prone in every direction.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/26/2019 8:29:00 AM

Fantastic verse! Thoughts churned out on paper...shake them loose and walk into the sunlight!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/26/2019 11:25:00 AM

I just throw them down and glare at them Kim. But I am trying to do better at rejoicing that I am getting well.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 7/25/2019 11:35:00 PM

Glad that train hasn't come... but still- GET OFF THE TRACKS!!! (I can holler, because we are Soul Sisters! ;P) I understand this poem all too well, as I do this too, sometimes. I only wish I could help you get back to "you", the way you helped me... (& so many others)! *hugs*

Rhona Mcferran
Date: 7/26/2019 11:36:00 PM

I am so happy to hear it! I know it's not easy... but we NEED you to keep reminding us how to frolic and play!! Love you, my friend! ;)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/26/2019 11:26:00 AM

I am glad to tell you the sun is coming out. I am forcing myself to frolic, and I mean forcing! But it is working!

Arturo Michael

Date: 7/25/2019 7:51:00 PM

It's certainly not mines...Yes in my head they pass through too...like travelers...

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/26/2019 11:27:00 AM

Like distant travelers who do not speak to each other, just glare or pinch each other silently as they pass.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 7/25/2019 2:44:00 PM

I think all poets experience writing down thoughts that don't seem to be our own. Sometimes when I write a poem I really feel it was channeled and has nothing to do with me. Poets are certainly a unique breed. I relate to this poem Caren. xxoo

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/26/2019 11:27:00 AM

Thank you Connie. I look at stuff and I think "who wrote that?" and often.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 7/25/2019 2:09:00 PM

Wow, ' throwing myself on the edge of train tracks' don't ever do or think that - you are too special - creative write, do you ever sleep, your mind I'm sure is busy even when you are asleep. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/26/2019 11:30:00 AM

I do sleep, and when I wake up Trixie and her assistants are all screaming lines to me which I can never write down fast enough. My naps are an hour and a half, and then there is my nightly up and down two hours at a time sleep.