I watched a cigarette burn in my hand today
I couldn’t help thinking that the ashes were my life
aimlessly blowing away
I watched it burn
until there was nothing left
I ceremoniously shriveled and threw away the butt
And I kept thinking,
This is not where I want to be
Emotionally distraught
I’m tired of being 
What others need to see
Good ‘ole happy go lucky me
So good at being
Someone else
Anyone
But me.

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