Drowning

Touch is foreign
Kisses hurt
Hugs are stifling

I'm slowly drowning
Back to my old self
Like a river rising

Wrapping myself
In my protective cocoon
Wanting shelter from the world

Closing off the person
That few understand
And even fewer accept

Back to being just mommy
Trapped inside my house
Fighting for air

Never being held
Kisses are brief
Touches are from little ones only

Up goes the wall
The layers going higher
Soon you won't see me at the bottom

No more release
Tears will dry up
Going back to the old person

The one i hated
Hissoumise Hissoumise
36-40, F
1 Response Jul 18, 2010

Thanks! Woke up with that one one day. Must have had some intense dreams. Lol