oh I'm scared
what if I don't get to travel
what if I don't get to finish any of my stories
and if I did
what if no one reads them?
would my life make sense still?
what if I don't get to make my momma proud
what if she will never be proud to have had any of her children
what if I disappoint her entirely
would I be able to live with that?
what if I never meet the one
what if met him and I never knew him
what if he was never there in the first place
would I still have the family I longed for?
what if I found him
what if I am not what he hoped for
what if he settled and I can't cook right
I can't do laundry right
what if I am not even half of what he prayed for
would I complain if he left?
what if I cant have kids
what if I do
what if they don't like me enough
what if I don't understand them
what if I don't know if they are sad
what if their dad left
what if they have a stepmom
would they still like me?
what if I never get to do what I love
what if I never learn to love myself
what if I never know God as I am supposed to
would my life be of any significance?
when your head screams all these questions at night
replaying all your failures and struggles
just like the night before
you whisper to yourself
the same thing you tell yourself every other night "you just need to get through the day"
YOU ARE READING
Lost Inside
PoetryA collection of proses... At this point they might even be poems or anything but bottom line the chaos in my head And if you all could help me with the headings that would be great... Thanks😊
