By Kathy Ha | Featured Contributor
Does it ever end?
I’m tired of the inner turmoil
I’m tired of being anxious
the rollercoaster ride of emotions
swirling and churning within
old scars reopen
past nightmares haunt
doubt invades, fear paralyses
silent screams that no one hears
I keep building my wall
uninviting, tall and proud
but the façade is brittle
weathered by the years
I’m lost in despair
unsure of who I am
uncertain of how to change
afraid of the road ahead
I am tired of being me.
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Try writing in the third person
I don’t normally write poetry and when I do, it’s usually from an emotional outpour of my state of mind. I can’t say I’ve tried third person much, just a story here and there. I’m afraid it doesn’t come as naturally to me.
https://rihahwrites.wordpress.com/2021/10/27/unfelt/
Beautiful poetry