The same walls
The same place, space
The same face
The same time
The same day
Will it ever go away?
This feeling of non existing
Of really not being
Painted on the wall
A shadow after all
Graffiti for the blind
Tactile only in my mind
The same dream
The same song
Playing all day long
Ringing in my head like a gong
Will it ever go away?
~ November 1st, 1997 ~
This poem has no title, much like I think my life felt at the time. So much unspoken turmoil during this stage of my life. Suicidal, terrified of my then husband, feeling helpless and hopeless… I did persevere with the love and help of others, some whom I had never met in person. It is never to late to reach out for help. You may be surprised at who throws you a life preserver! Just grab on!
Julia Ann Ferguson
Tags: depression, domestic violence, helpless, hopeless, suicidal
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