sometimesihatemycat

Tonight I ache

My guts like quicksand

Sucking and barely bubbling

Pulling me into myself

My skin so sensitive

The breeze from the fan

Scatters me

Impossible to gather

I regret

My wasted worry

Even mercurial moments

When I did not let myself be

~ by April on January 4, 2013.

Posted in Body, Humanity, Loss, Poetry
Tags: Body Image, Regret, Self criticism, Self Esteem, Self Image, Skin, Worry