Knee Deep

I know you think you know me,

though I'm certain you have not a clue.

That reflection you see - was once me,

for I was once you.

The emptiness inside your chest,

is a void you can't seem to fill.

When the day is done - you are down to one,

though people surround you still.

It's like standing knee deep in a river,

feeling as if you are dying of thirst.

An empty home - or being alone,

you start to question what is worse.

As you wonder how you got here,

your life before you begin to recall.

Yet that was then - when you had friends,

before you hid behind the wall.

I know exactly what you are feeling,

a familiar look I recognize.

You just exist - avoiding what you miss,

leaving you emotionally paralyzed.

You attempt to stay busy,

putting yourself in every one's demand.

Hiding the hole - that consumes your soul,

while struggling to understand.

Truth is it's very simple,

though the answer is not an easy task.

To let someone in - you have to begin,

living out from behind the mask.

People need people,

though having boundary lines is smart.

To heal the soul - that finds you whole,

you have to first open your heart.

Poetically Yours,

Robin Elizabeth Lawrence

Jan. 11th 2012

(c)2012 Robin Elizabeth Lawrence