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Gracie Bogen Poem
My thoughts are spiraling out of control.
Please make it stop. I am losing my mind.
After a while, it will take its toll.
Some healthy coping skills are hard to find.
Door. Did I lock it? Did I lock the door?
What if I didn’t lock it and I die?
My thoughts just keep spiraling, more and more.
What if it’s all made up, it’s all a lie?
The simplest things can turn into death.
Can it really be that hard to be heard?
Could it be that I am wasting my breath?
Nobody hears me. Not a single word.
What is this? What is happening to me?
Please help. Is it really that hard to see?
Written January 7, 2020
Copyright © Gracie Bogen | Year Posted 2020
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Gracie Bogen Poem
Before the sky fell, life was perfect. Before the sky fell, I felt like I had my life together. Before the sky fell, my family was strong. Before the sky fell, I felt like I had friends I could depend on. Before the sky fell, I was passing all my classes. Before the sky fell, I was healthy in every way. Before the sky fell, I felt like I mattered. Then, the sky fell, and my life fell apart. When the sky fell, my family became weak. When the sky fell, I didn’t trust that my friends were dependable. When the sky fell, my grades did too. When the sky fell, I was diagnosed with mental and physical health issues. When the sky fell, I had to deal with grief. When the sky fell, I wondered what the world would be like without me in it. The sky fell five years ago. I didn’t give up. The sky still isn’t where it’s supposed to be, but I’ve learned to accept it. It’s actually kind of funny now that I look back at it. One little thing changed my life forever. I’m not very upset about that either. No, my life may never be perfect again, but at least it has some purpose. At least it’s not boring. I’ve learned you never know what a day could hold. There are surprises around every corner.
Copyright © Gracie Bogen | Year Posted 2020
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