I don't know what it is
But to bad news I seem to not react anymore
Am not heartless I know this
But it seems that I closed some kind of door
Or maybe I made peace that life is full of it
Ups and downs come and go
So maybe that's my way of dealing with it?
I am not gonna cry and say that I passed through a lot
I really don't think so and I like what I got
I know more people in my life who passed through way more
You think I am growing old?
And this is some kind of wisdom that I should hold
I know that I grew different but am sure as hell ain't cold
A friend of mine called today crying on the phone
Said my mom got cancer and I feel so alone
So I went straight to her to offer my support
I couldn't shed a tear but I could relate to her fear
I held her really tight and said I promise I will always be near
Is it really me or is it really cancer that keeps touching people I care for?
Or is it that I learned that crying wont help the one in need?
Usually when you feel life is over you look for a strong wall on which you can lean
So maybe being the wall turned some part of me to stone?
This is just a rant filled with some questions running through my head
It's not really a poem
Just asking myself am I emotionally dead?
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I apologize before hand if the topic offends or hurts anyone. Not my intentions
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