My Armless Body

I donít know how to embrace a future.

I donít have the confidence anymore.

You bled my life and future from me.

I loved life once,

but I canít remember when that was.

I have no arms to hold myself.

My soul, that once held my esteem,

is gone.

Storming in a typhoon,

it went through the atmosphere,

as it bypassed the moon.

It has touched so much.

It has helped so much.

But it was never me,

that it reached.

Because you see,

I never really mattered.

Did I?

Can someone!!!


Love me?!!!

Michelle Poet

January 12, 2001