Charlotte McNicholas
Blur
A blurring of time,
of walls and milestones
The absence of touch,
deep in thought and alone
Desiring to feel different,
just numbness for another day
Anger building, racing, soaring
stumbling over words to say
Guilt working on overdrive,
on going cycle, it doesn't end
If only I could take the kind
advice I give to my friends
Maybe that would be a start
Slammed Doors
I grieve for the memories which don't exist
my anxiety symptoms
huge lists
clenched fists
I grieve for time lost, spent locked indoors
times I hated myself
my flaws
slammed doors
I grieve for the cuddles he hasn't felt
faces covered
hidden smiles
what a year we've been dealt
