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Michelle Schoultz Poem
I’m sitting alone,
As I do...
I’m chilling in my zone,
Feeling too often blue.
Always stuck in my head,
In an emotional stew.
It’s like a loose thread,
Being pulled through...
Through drowning my sorrows,
With whatever brew.
Wondering about possible tomorrows...
Questioning my moral views.
I am ofttimes prone,
To this overthinking loneliness.
But still sitting alone,
In all my lowliness...
06/03/2020
Copyright © Michelle J Schoultz | Year Posted 2020
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Michelle Schoultz Poem
It all started when I was three
You just left me,
to be free?
That was selfish if you ask me.
How could you just simply flee?
How could you just abandon me?
I can’t just merely be...
Can’t you see?
You broke me!!
I can’t be who I am supposed to be.
You ruined me...
Now I believe the world can’t see
A decree
Of who I am supposed to be...
Copyright © Michelle J Schoultz | Year Posted 2020
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Michelle Schoultz Poem
I am a shadow...
Of who I am.
Of who I was.
I am a ghost.
In the darkness
I am alone,
all by myself.
I feel it the most!
I am searching...
Me in you.
Me in myself.
I am the host...
Always feeling;
constantly hurting.
Crying for all,
they are the cost.
Copyright © Michelle J Schoultz | Year Posted 2019
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Michelle Schoultz Poem
Like “Gail” force winds,
You stormed in…
But didn’t leave?
So many others have before.
Like Godly strength,
You helped me find
The meaning of it all.
No one else has before…
Like motherly love,
You embraced me,
Offered me shelter…
Where was this all before?
Like caring confidant,
You encouraged me
To accept it all…
I wish I had known before!
Copyright © Michelle J Schoultz | Year Posted 2019
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Michelle Schoultz Poem
My life? Incomplete, Constantly…
Wanting, waiting, competing.
Only needing to be accepted,
Loved…
My saving grace… Who?
God? Friends? Unexpected.
Not family…
Eternally disappointed!
Searching…
And finally found – I have,
But still lost myself.
Proved to be disjointed.
But, wait!
My saving graces –
Appreciate,
Expose… Show yourself…
How?
Be who you are.
Who am I?
Too many faces…
Copyright © Michelle J Schoultz | Year Posted 2019
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