About the Poem
At best I'd say life is experienced in many phases. Without clear direction or at least some idea of what is really going on in your life, you can be there only in pieces, grasping, confused, and sometimes just too tired to try and figure out the obvious.
This poem came to me in the wee hours of the morning, a culmination of much of the confusion I was experiencing. Within minutes, the words just virtually poured themselves out onto the printed page.
The Hollow |
| by Tammie Townsend |
| Looking up from below it's sketchy, but I can see pieces of a person that once belonged to me. When I try to grab them, they seem to fade away, memories from a past I knew but no longer have today, Push yourself, so I've been told , be a mother and a wife. You owe it to the ones you love to sacrifice your life. But what do you do when you're weary, and you're tired and can't go on to the hollow in the tunnel your existence now belongs. I long to do the things I see, so each day I look above, and try to reach the pieces of the things I used to love. They're there, then they're not, so I rest my mind at ease, to the hollow in the tunnel that's become the life for me. |
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sherri
beautiful poem i really enjoyed it. \ thank you
Beth
I truly enjoyed it!
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