I look for somewhere to rest my head but are met with cold shoulders.
I reach out my hand only for it to be slapped away.
I look for a haven but am told to “git”.
It would be a blessing to be in a dry place, at least then I could die a quick death of a heat stroke. Yet I’m in the tundra losing limbs as I trudge along.
I’m on my own and alone.
I thought I saw the sun today, but it was nothing but an illusion.
As much as I hate to admit it, I don’t do isolation well.
I feel like I’m losing my mind.
Life as I know it has me behind glass.
I can see them but they can’t see me.
I hear their conversations, but they can’t hear or feel my silence even if I stood beside them whispering my pain.
Do you know what I was asked today? Instead of asking what’s wrong with me, ask me what’s right! There has to be something right, right?
Oh wait, it wasn’t me that they were talking to. That’s right, because they can’t see me. It was the other women that came from a happier time.
I can see my own breathe and I’m not sure when I died.