Used to Be

My heart used to be whole.

But now it’s ripped apart,

It feels physically broken.

Will it ever heal?

 

My joy used to be full.

But now it’s disappeared,

It seems out of reach.

Will I ever find it— and keep it?

 

My emotions used to be whole.

But now they’re jumbled,

They hit me randomly.

Will they ever realign?

 

My days used to be full.

But now they’re half-empty,

I often pass the time absentmindedly.

Will they ever return to normal?

 

When will my heart heal?

When will I find my joy?

When will my emotions realign?

When will the days be normal?

 

Eventually.

Eventually.

Eventually.

Never.

This poem is about: 
Me

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