Small, Smaller, Smallest

You left me here
closed from the world
from my family
from any sort of a friend.
My world grows small
smallest each passing hour
each passing minute
into moment
as I feel my head
grow small around my 
as I struggle to breathe
while my chest clenches my heart
You left me here
closed from the world
from my family
any hope for a friend.
You have grown cruel,

4 thoughts on “Small, Smaller, Smallest

    1. 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?

  1. 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.

    1. 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.

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