My Life
My life feels like pins and needles
pressed into every direction
each day adding another point of pain
I cannot ignore
in my early years, even the quiet hurts
like thorns under skin
I keep wondering how it could feel worse
why it keeps happening to me
days pass in and out of the same weight
fear following like a shadow I cannot name
I start pulling away from everyone
closing doors I don’t know how to reopen
and they begin to ask what changed
as if I could explain the breaking inside me
questions pile up where answers should be
confusion learning my name
and I am still here
trying to understand what my life is becoming
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