Corner

Sitting, Alone in the corner of my room, As I have done for years. But this time is different. The darkness is the same, My emotions just as real, The emptiness, still there. Reviewing the facts within my head, As I sit huddled in my corner, Alone. All seems the same, But it is not. My one retreat has been tainted, Tainted by the cruel world which haunts me. The only area I had to myself; My little corner. I can no longer rock back and forth in my corner, As the ability to bend my knee has been destroyed. I can no longer sit quietly in the dark, As it is viewed as suicidal. Time with my corner is becoming less and less. Responsibilities mounting on me, None which I can't handle, All which keep me from my corner. My needs to just sit, Alone, In my corner, All going unheard. Yet, The corner calls out to me. I must sit, For fear of breaking down, For fear of showing a weakness, But I can't, it's not the same anymore. All of my family asking more of me, Requesting my help in all matters. But when do I get to help myself? When can I go to my corner? The cycle soon to start; Much as it has before. I will be denied my corner, I will have violent mood swings, I will end up hurting someone; Just as I have done before. Even if I could go to my corner, It will do no good. I have changed too much, I just hope I can hold it all within. Until I find a new corner, To sit in, Alone.This is an old one that I wrote back in 1998 Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 08:44 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10