within my shell.
Don’t speak to me; I don’t want to connect to you or anyone.
I will never reach out, again.
Your sting was too tainted with poison for me to ever be my loving, trusting self again.
Within my own mind,
I beat a fast retreat, not wanting to ever feel again.
I want to clam up.
I don’t want to feel anything.
want to stand alone.
Be here where I am.
Shut the door on the world, and throw away the key.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021
I am a published poet and short story writer. I have been published in SNHU's the penmen review. https://penmenreview.com/author/jenny-andrews is the link where you can find my poetry and a short story. Previously, I self-published my novel "Bully Another Day," "Short Stories and Vignettes", and a poetry book "Spaces between the Pause" on Amazon/Kindle. Due to abysmal interest in my self-publishing venture, I have unpublished those three projects, as well as my poetry book "Life at the End of the Rainbow." However, I plan to be more aggressive in trying to find a traditional publisher for these projects.
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