Sitting in my sadness
Idle and unable to move
Lonely and depressed
Enduring a feeling of emptiness
Nothingness I am left with as I feel worthless
Consuming me until finally it ceases
Existence is all that is left
About the Creator
J.W. Baird
Who Am I?
I keep asking myself. I spent half of my life as a single mother. Pushing myself to be the strong independent individual that I have always been. My kids have grown and my life seems turned upside down.
I now search to find myself!
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