A Really Depressing Poem

But fuck it. I'm sharing.

I Lied a Lot Today

to the therapist,
to my children,
to the people who love me,
and to some who don’t.

Who would want to know the truth?
Childhood hangs
like a chain around my neck,
threatening to choke it all out of me. 

Be honest,
I say, pretending.
But the girl lies anyway,
and when she is grown,

those attempted lessons
will slip away
as she tries to leave the nest
and falls like a rock to the ground.

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Hello all,

Yes, today’s poem is a lot to manage. There’s no joy in this one, I’m afraid, just some truth. I wrote this poem in the first hour of The Poetry Marathon last weekend (24 poems in 24 hours, uploaded hourly), and I think it’s my favorite.

If anyone is concerned, it’s not like this every day. Just every once in a while. I think / hope people understand. Life is hard sometimes, but I’m fine.

<3

Jen