not in a mood to write a poem today,
the sound of the wind touches my soul,
a little stomach ache gives me anxiety,
unprotected view of things bother me,
as I ask myself some hard questions,
why did I trust, not to be able to trust?
does it matter when you lose it all,
lose something permanently,
never be able to get it back,
like a deep wound,
hard to heal,
right here,
it is.
S