Guest Poet Laurie Baccellieri
SHOES
I hurt.
I groan.
I writhe in pain.
I want to crawl
into my own little corner --
my own little world --
where no one can hurt me anymore.
Every time I try
to reach out
I get a slap in the face.
So why bother?
Let them solve their own problems.
I have enough of my own.
I will not be their
dumping ground or
punching bag or
doormat.
Self-preservation
has to kick in sometime.
Right?
Right?
I said...
Oh never mind.
Please take your shoes off
before you come in.
October 1997
Laurie Baccellieri's Questions:
Too concise?
"My own little world" too used?
Too angry?
Correspond with Laurie Baccellieri at
Baccellier@engr2.nadepcp.navy.mil
with your ideas about this poem.
The Albany Poetry Workshop