Seldom Things Poem by La'Chelle Yount

It is seldom things work out
Beyond my disbelief
Thought to be forever in love
Crushing all thoughts and aspirations
Sitting here watching the smoke
As I burn in my own troubles
Consuming every piece of me
Feeling numb again…familiar
Who will catch me now?
Maybe self reliance will start
Too late to trust myself
Again in the shadows of who I am suppose to be
The past lingers on thrusting its pain
Spiraling downward farther than before
Up seems non existent at this point
Where am I, does anyone see me?
It is seldom things work out!