Curled Up in the Corner (An Ode to Endometriosis)
Curled up in the corner,
No one can help me here.
Everyone left me all alone,
Will I be here another year?
Hands reach out to comfort,
But I can't return their grasp.
Lying here, the pain consumes me,
Who knows how long I'll last?
Lying on a cold hard bed,
I leave my world behind.
Waiting for the moment:
"We can't help, this time".
Covered with scars, both body and soul
I drift from day to day.
Waiting for the next time
That I am left this way.
In agony I can't remember
The last time that I was fine.
Each day now brings me new torment,
My life is no longer mine.
Waiting for an answer,
Curled up on my own.
I wish I could accept your comfort,
I wish I wasn't alone.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2011
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