Dusty reminders

As I look around me I realize how much I've let myself go

Webs of grey fill my walls as I sit asborbing my woes

my arms so pale, my eyes tired and red

my heart beat is weak but I am not dead

my dreams sit upon my fireplace, a dusty reminder of my inner call

A spirit that cries out through my hunger pangs....... feed me I am weary and alone

 

 

 

Author's Note

I've been sick for the last week and this is how I have felt. I have acute bronchitis and it almost kicked my butt but I am a fighter and looking forward to a full recovery. Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Dezaraye]

This is such a sad piece ... I'm sorry to hear you've been sick. I've had bronchitis for a week and a half and the cough is killing me, but it can't last forever, right?

I love your analogy and the quiet way you express your feelings within this piece.

[Trisha]

Thank you Kathy. You read me well and thats why I love ya so much. SOUL SISTERS

[Desert Dreamer]

I like the way you have combined feeling physically sick with the state of your neglected dreams,
"my dreams sit upon my fireplace, a dusty reminder of my inner call
A spirit that cries out through my hunger pangs....... feed me I am weary and alone". I am often surprised at how we can get physically sick when it is really our mind that has been neglected, both stress and depression can make us sick. I really like this poem.

[Trisha]

In the past I was very sick but since I've been cutting cords my health has got so much better. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest.

[Onyx_Rayne]

I can see the double meaning behind the words ; you had been sick, so of course you felt like you had, physically, let yourself go. Also, the images that surround you are a collection of your hopes and dreams.. what you always wanted to be... the things that matter most, not only to your head, but to your heart. Beautiful write sister ;)