Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Don't Rush Me

I am feeling my way through the dark. Don't rush me.
There are times when I may miss the mark.
Don't rush me.
I'm healing, but reeling is still a known feeling...
And my future right now is so stark.
Don't rush me.

I am trying to live in the now.
Don't rush me.
There are times when I just don't know how.
Don't rush me.
I'm fighting, but citing my grief in my writing
Is exactly what I must allow.
Don't rush me.

If I'm ready for something, you'll know.
Don't rush me.
If I want to be somewhere, I'll go.
Don't rush me.
I'm afraid, but I've prayed that my pain will soon fade
And one day it will truly be so.
Don't rush me.

Don't rush me, Arielle, don't rush me.

A poem I wrote tonight that's not what it first appears... It's a letter to myself...

1 comment:

  1. Nobody who loves you is rushing you, Arielle, I'm sure.
    So, take your time. All the time you need.
    To feel grief, to fight, to heal.
    And to start over again.


Help me feel less alone.