Words are Not My Friends
Things are tough at the moment. Illness in the family. Work overload. Writing is a challenge I am finding hard to concentrate on. Words are not my friends.
Words do not love me back
they harass, push and bully me
to write, write,write
more, more, more
even though I am too tired.
They will not let me sleep
or stop to eat
or clean my teeth.
They do not care about me.
They scream inside my head,
bellowing that I am not good enough
to write them down
and that I have ruined everything.
They demand to be thrown away.
But when I crumple the page
and turn off the light
they make soft kissy noises in the dark
until I sit back down
to try again.
Tonight, words laugh at me.
3 responses to “Words are Not My Friends”
Powerful poem. Hope the words start to behave and you feel better soon. (And be kind to yourself.)
Sandy, this made me cry. Perhaps the words (and you) need a rest. Take care of yourself.
Beautiful. And heartbreaking.
Hugs to you my friend xxx
Tye 🙂