By Diana Raab
You can’t imagine
how I bite my cuticles
at home in the dark,
nibble chocolate in my closet,
nursing a chardonnay.
You couldn’t know
I collect rare crystals
and antique typewriters.
You might not notice
the creases in my face,
or how difficult it is for me
to talk about sex.
These days, all I can do
is write dark poems
in the journal at my bedside,
and slip holistic herbs
under my tongue.
Take me out of my misery.
Artist:
Diana Raab, PhD, is an award-winning memoirist, poet, blogger, speaker, and author of 10 books and over 1000 articles and poems. Her two latest books are, “Writing for Bliss: A Seven-Step Plan for Telling Your Story and Transforming Your Life,” and “Writing for Bliss: A Companion Journal.” Follow them on Twitter @dianaraab and Instagram @dianaraab.
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