You left me here closed from the world from my family from any sort of a friend. My world grows small smaller smallest each passing hour each passing minute into moment as I feel my head grow small around my brain tight, tighter, tightest as I struggle to breathe while my chest clenches my heart harsh, harsher, harshest. You left me here closed from the world from my family any hope for a friend. You have grown cruel, crueler, cruelest.
I like the triple motif. This is nice!
Thank you very much for your feedback. I apologize for not writing to you sooner. I’m looking forward to going back and reading more of the poetry, and I’ll be looking for yours. What are you considering submitting for the anthology?
OH. MY. GOSH!
I’ve lived this for three decade and just been dragged, screaming from my old normal, by the truest friends who knew me back when, and could barely find traces of who I was.
You nailed it. Precisely. In three words and less.
Sarah, I’m so sorry every single time I read that someone has experienced this. Though I’ve felt this, I have not have physical or enduring verbal abuse like others have endured. I wrote this thinking of one of my students, a remarkable young woman who is taking on the world even though she had so much “against” her. It’s humbling to see others go through such abuse and not know how to help.