I wrote this a few years ago when my husband began showing me his true colors. The man I thought he was was gone and I was left confused, afraid, and alone. I feel so bad for the me that wrote this. She was lost and so very sad.
How I feel
I am in a small boat in the middle of the ocean.
I have no paddles.
The boat has no motor.
Our babies are in a boat close to me.
I can take care of them but they’re alone on their boat.
Sometimes when the water is calm we all seem very happy.
Our boats are side by side.
When the water is wild and the waves are big we are scared.
They have each other and hold on to each other tightly but they are really still babies and shouldn’t be alone.
I cannot reach them when the water is angry like this.
I am alone in my boat and the water controls it.
My boat is strong yet small.
It keeps me alive but it can’t get me to the shore.
You are the ocean. ~ IOM
Life with a cluster b is unexplainably difficult. It is like your words leave your mouth never to be heard.