I Tremble Poem by Wendy Gomez

I Tremble


At the thought of myself & life

Wrap me up into a little ball & make it simple

I'm freaking out with everything

My self-esteem everything

I wish I was made

not born

I wish I had a motor not a heart

Why is it this complicated & confusing?

Is death any better?

Will it make me?

It's hard to believe that I'm headed the right direction when their isn't one.

I need therapy.

Are sphycologists fine with it?

The fact that we're human?

I'd love to hate.

But I can't.

Where is the light that leads me through the cave?

Things break, things fall, things make, things are.

God I need you.



By Wendy G.