unraveling
A river of tangled string
you are unraveling
and no one else seems to mind.
You keep it to yourself, stay numb and act fine.
You wear the truth under your sole, like a pebble
it makes you limp and sway
but it will out someday.
– deb talan
(because i’m too busy with my thought-filled mind to actually write, and, this is all i can listen to)
2 responses so far
Thanks for sharing this poem. I really feel it.
Those are beautiful words. I know I’ve felt as though I am unraveling like a sweater somedays, and no one notices other than to play with the frayed edges a little.