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!!!

Anyone!!!

Love me?!!!




Michelle Poet

January 12, 2001

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