Disconnected: A Poem
She sits holding her knees in the floor of the boat
as the rope slips through her hand
The anchor which held her safely at shore
Now sits untethered in the sand
She has no feelings for what she’s done
this silent drifting away
For it feels no different from the way she’s lived
In a disconnected sort of way
Going through the motions, playing the part
Yet numb to the joys and the pains
Disconnected from her heart, the ability to feel
A shell is all that remains
This is haunting and beautiful and sad and worrisome. Let’s make time to talk soon. I love you. – Mom