I can only speak of where I am now,
Perhaps where I was yesterday,
And maybe where I will be tomorrow.
Trying to pull myself out, above, and beyond
The standstill of the train wreck
That is my life.
I live in slow motion
Attempting to survive what’s lost:
A husband, a daughter, and a brother
Gone instantly
Without even considering if
I would recover.
“Does anyone recover?”
I ask myself as I contemplate on whether I should
Wave my white flag
Or jump in and fight.
For what I am not sure!
So I live day to day
In a somewhat vague state.
Scared of what might become
My new life
Somewhat altered.
Tags: Poem, Poetry, Tamara Richert, Texarkana, Texarkana Poet Society, Texarkana Poetry
