For twenty four years I’ve been

Pacing these four walls,

Often contemplating if

I’ve cried twenty-four thousand tears.

Twenty-four years waiting to die.

I envy Lady Plath for getting it

Right third try.

Thrice I’ve tried,

Miserably failed.

I’ve plotted countless times,

Thoughts, they’ve remained,

Waiting on my time,

Praying it to be sooner rather than later,

Cut short, knowing it won’t be.

Ready when it strikes,

Foolish me.

Twenty four years I’ve been pacing these four walls…..

Inside my mind.

By Natalie Marie