[autumnleaves]

It hurts the most
in the early
morning
the heartache
my heart aches
every early
morning

what is it
this sadness
my mind makes it mean
something
like
I'm not worthy
I'm not OK
it hurts to be alive

If I lie in fetal position
and
if I don't breathe
maybe the pain will end

So I tell my a-mom
the same story
I always tell her
I can't go to school today
I'm sick

"get up"
"right now"
"march"
ceiling light flipped on
covers pulled away
so I get up
right now
and march

I have a broken heart
without the language
to describe it
back ache
stomache ache
throat ache
heart ache

what do I do with my pain
now
it becomes my norm
as I get up every day
right now
and march

[Rylee45]

This is such a sad poem but very well done. I write poety too about adoption and about how I feel about things.

Sometimes it really helps. I hope your pain goes away someday.


Rylee