A poem written by Michael J. Rietscha
Who is this woman?
Yet the same hand that provides me with these things also
My mind spins, my life is forever more
A whirlwind; a tornado is all that is in my head.
I have never been able to express myself,
My emotions are restrained by strong iron chains,
my heart bleeds in a closed tightly lock box.
My tears flow inside of me like that of the tallest waterfall
hidden in a deep thick forest.
But does she care?
My feelings, my emotions, my pain
Do not mean anything to her.
In her eyes these things are stupid.
In her eyes everything I do is stupid or wrong.
This woman gave me birth and nothing but pain.
© 2016 Mental Health Association of Northwestern PA