There’s a piece of me lost here and another there.
I find myself scrambling to attain all the pieces but they’re picked up and taken away from me.
I don’t have someone standing by me to say it’s okay.
No one to say I love you.
It’s just me lost in this place.
As I try to take this step and that
An attempt to push through is pushed back.
I can’t tell if it’s me shoving my own self back anymore or I’m just meant to stay in this place.
The most exhausting thing I’ve found to be is human.
I think about how many might read these words,
how many scroll past,
and how many just don’t anything after reading it all.
Every moment I feel like I’m just asking for someone to come back and say what my mom would say now.
The love shed hold for me. But she’s gone.
And gone are the people who care or have time to care, gone is the person I loved and tried through everything to stay afloat.
But I’m brittle and I break and no one wants to return the piece they take.
—alley scheffki
Flommist Alley Scheffki is 22 years young, ‘I am the blue rose. Dies ist ein wunsch für freiheit.’ Copyright © 2016 Alley Scheffki.
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