Each step forward is a struggle.
It feels as though I am wading
wading through life, emotions
without truly connecting.
You ask me if I am okay,
I can see your mouth moving
and I am fairly certain,
certain that I give the standard answer
the one that says ‘I am alright.’
Look a little closer
and you will see;
the tears in my eyes
the fear that I will be discovered as false.
The shattered loneliness I dwell in
all the time.
The black shadows reach forth
capturing me in their fingers
I struggle to break free
only to become submerged again.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
August 23/17