Heal me

I don’t know what I am supposed to do

To feel better.  Do I talk to people?

It helps for a moment

Do I cry and cry and cry?

Do I get angry? And yell at you

And call you an Asshole?

Yes, that does bring

A sense of relief

Do I ignore all of these feelings

And go about my day

Pretending I am ok, and put on a happy face?

This works, too for  time.

But none of this brings the kind of relief

I am seeking

These are temporary solutions

To an enormous problem

I have made for myself

The only real fix I can seem to imagine

Is to be in your arms once more

That would fix this, that would fix me

That would make this go away

But since that isn’t possible

Not now, or not ever

I don’t know what I am supposed to do

I don’t know how to fix this

I’m a healer and

I don’t know how to heal me