Tracing My Steps

I'm back from insanity.
I'm back to being sane.
What I'm wishing
is that it can remain.

I don't know
and I can't say
if what I'm feeling
can ever stay.

For in my body
there's a wound.
It's like a piano
that needs to be tuned.

It doesn't leave
an outward sign,
not a scar,
not a line

that anyone
can ever see
except for you
if you see me.

But I will try
to hide it well
so no one else
can ever tell.

I must pray every day
and make a vow
to keep my feelings
inside somehow.

Please God
make me strong.
Help me try
to get along
without him.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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