by Joan Serratelli

All I want
is to be happy;
content with myself
as I am

I want to look
at myself
in the mirror
and smile

I want to
be comfortable
with who I am
and what I am

But my life
just doesn't allow
me the luxury
of acceptance

I am forced
to be someone
I don't want
to be

I must live
in a body
that refuses
to co-operate

My mind is the only thing
that still functions
and I wish
it wasn't so

Because I'd rather
live with the illusion
that everything
is wonderful....

even when it ain't


Author's Note: I think I made my point!

Posted on 09/25/2006
Copyright © 2023 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/25/06 at 02:25 PM

Yes, agreed. Great flow to this one. Worthy addition to the theme.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/25/06 at 02:30 PM

Indeed you made your point! Clearly without ambivalence. Note of resignation.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/26/06 at 04:10 AM

This is well written. I have learned much from your condition and wonder how I would handle it.

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/27/06 at 02:43 PM

Oh you did, well done... loved the last stanza, felt like that many times

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/30/06 at 03:46 AM

Oh, Joan, can I ever relate to this. There are sometimes I just want to change body parts and be what I used to even a few years ago. Yes, you made your point very well. Bless you.

Posted by A. Paige White on 05/28/10 at 03:45 AM

I struggle with acceptance, too. I watch my Mom suffering terribly and in some ways it's worse to watch her suffering than if I were. I will remember you in my prayers sweet lady.

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