Waiting for the Tide

I cannot tell you
what I feel.

I am a stone on the beach
waiting for the tide
to tell me whether I am drowning
or not.

About this poem

I am slow in processing emotions. Trauma from some time long ago my therapist says. Frustrating, but fortunately the people around me are patient and kind.

Eventually, I figure it all out.  Journaling and poetry help.

Tom