by Erin Jones

I've become numb
Pain comes like rain
It falls upon me
And slides right off
Life is like a dream
I pretend to live
I pretend it's real
But in the back of my mind
I know that someday
I'll just wake up
And suddenly
All that is real today
Will become butterflies
And flutter away
There's more to this
Than what I feel
And I know someday
Like everything else
This will be gone as well

This wind I feel
Rushing across my face
Will blow everything away


Author's Note: This is just a random train of thought I had... I don't know about the last three lines, opinions?

Posted on 12/08/2007
Copyright © 2020 Erin Jones

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard Vince on 12/08/07 at 10:30 PM

my opinion is that you should leave it as it is. i particularly like the last three lines, as it's a feeling i know well. or at least, i know the potential for it. so many nights i would lie in bed, listening to the wind outside and knowing that it would all make sense if i went outside and felt the wind surround me. this is probably the first time i've seen someone write about it like this. thank you for capturing this moment.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/20/07 at 08:16 PM

So many times I've thought things like this. You putting it to words, yes, does appear therapeutic (as Rafika said). For so many years, I wrote to rid myself of the feelings I couldn't get rid of any other way. I identify with what you write here, and still often feel this way, except now I'm able to get through them more easily.

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