Shalyn Stachmus

From The Laundry Room - Poem by Shalyn Stachmus

Sometimes I feel like
a broken spoke
on a wheel.
Stronger parts
surround me,
while I remain
broken, in fact.
So they roll
and roll,
getting somewhere,
then CRACK.
Going nowhere now.
They're choking
on me.
I've let down
the team.
Weakest link,
weakest link.
‘I can't even begin
to imagine why
it goes like this, ' I think.
And then I realize
that I can feel
human again.
You know me:
That I'm so lonely,
that the only
thing I know
is taking off
my head and
letting my soul go.
Too much thinking
causes sinking,
and leaves much too much
Sometimes I feel like
a diamond.
Hard and clear.
Buried, unnoticed.
Hidden like a secret,
hidden in a code.
And I'm only visible
to those who care to know.
You can't even begin
to imagine why
this is how it goes.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sometimes the best title is the easiest one you can think of. (Since I wrote this while sitting on the dryer, this title was the first that came to mind. :)
(Original: Unknown/Revised: 8-10-12)

Comments about From The Laundry Room by Shalyn Stachmus

  • Alon Dy (8/19/2012 4:19:00 AM)

    nice poem.please feel free to comment to my poems as well.Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 19, 2012

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