BODY IMAGE Poem: Why, by Ailsa Wright

Why are some days
still a struggle to cope?
Why am I constantly
living my life in hope?
Why won’t my head
stop and pause?
Why do I now feel
I’ve become a lost cause?
Why do I overthink
each and every day?
Why must i always criticise
all I do and say?
Why am I not content
with all I have around?
Why is this invisible weight
dragging me to the ground?
Why is it some days
feel that extra tough?
Why am I always feeling
as though im never enough?
Why am I comparing myself
against all the rest?
Why can’t I just be happy
at peace and feeling my best?
Why are they cutting so deep
all these thoughts that I feel?
Why is it taking so long,
for my heart and head to heal?

©Aug ’24, Ailsa Wright

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