Not my best poetry, but I don’t think we will get there today. Yes, yes, I am pretty tough on myself. But, then, look at the title. 😏 Still processing.
I am prone to
Processing for days.
I look at things from every single
Except maybe the most positive one.
That one I simply cannot sink back on
Or believe to ever really be true.
Welcoming arms so often seem to
Wield a knife behind my back
Or faces melting with all sorts of pity
Over my shoulder.
An inclusion is obligatory,
I know it sounds ugly,
Perhaps even a bit contrary to the
Compassion I have brimming hopefully
But, it is like where I think others
Deserve such as love,
There is no way to ever expect the
Same to be extended to me…
Oh, I know self-loathing is unproductive,
Rooted deep in the unwieldy past,
But, oh, there are times
It is tough yet not to listen to the negativity
And fling aside that messed-up mass…