me too

ok... first off, I wanted to post very soon after my post on suicide. I just didn't want that to be the last, most recent thing from me for a very long time. Yet, that's how it played out. Tonight, a friend posted a writing from Anne Lamott on facebook. I really liked it. 2 things hit me from it. the title: "Grace bats last"..... & "me too". So, I haven't posted a poem on here for a while. [don't know if this is a "stellar" one or not, yet here we go...]

Me too

I know

I know that you feel it too

that feeling of being

"the only one"

The only one:

who feels broken

this much

The only one

who struggles

with this

No one else

could be this weird

this broken

this twisted

"just me"

only me

you feel

like a category

of one

No one could understand

my life is a story no one would believe

you say these things

well...

guess what?

me too

I've said them

I've felt them

felt alone

even though

I wasn't

I had just pushed

the people who care

out

I couldn't help it

you weren't there "then"

so why should I believe that

you'd be here now?

You didn't know about "then"

so how could you?

Now

you know

Now

you are here

You believe me

Even though

if I named my story

it would be called:

"I don't believe it either [& I was there]"

you

are here

I'm not alone

You feel this too
&

you aren't alone in this

because

I feel this too

by b.e. noll

May His grace drip from your fingers,
B