Dragging through the sludge
Searching for self-love
Willing and ready
For things not to feel so dense
This weight I have been holding has felt weightless,
But I looked down
And saw the bottomless pit. I had not sensed
That I had fallen.
I had not sensed the gravity.
Struggling to hold it all in and up
It burst, crumbled and consumed,
Disillusioned and dazed
By the unseen darkness of the past
And the shadows of the future.
The ghosts of my pain
The inescapable empathy
And compassion, for even those who have wronged me.
I feel alone and unknown
©Christine Samad 2021