tell me again
what’s wrong with me.
I’ll pull up a chair,
like a child listening
to a bedtime story,
while you list all the ways
I will never be enough,
remind me why I am alone,
sing me my failures,
question my abilities,
paint my inferiority,
hum my inadequacy,
strum the notes of my wrongs,
then ask me
why
I don’t
believe
in
myself
anymore
Talking to the Clouds 
That sounds like some people I have know in my lifetime…fortunately they’re gone from my life.
The sad-looking sunflower beautifully reflects in the sadness of the poem. I would like to hope that this is not real life experience. Sadly, for many people, it is.
“tell me AGAIN …
wow there’s so much feeling here from the very beginning.
Hope all is well.
(But sorry: small point; it’s a very moving poem about pressure and pain, very intense and, well depressing -if superbly written – and I cannot see the sunflower in such a way.)
it’s amazing that the one who should know us best could be so clueless…
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I’m hoping that was pure fiction…and you know better!!! 🙂
so sad – why people do this is beyond me. so cruel. maybe they think it is a form of tough love – but what they fail to recognize is that it odes the opposite of what their intention maybe see – breaks a person down NOT build them up.
please…don’t pull up that chair again
i am doing my best to walk away completely
your photo of the sunflower seems to be weeping – so poignant
thank you. it does look sad, doesn’t it?