Going Through The Motions

Going through the motions
Up and Shower and Dress
Putting on my make up
Yet Inside I feel unrest

I sip my tea In a forgotten mug
I smile, I laugh at people’s jokes
They cannot see behind the smile
tears that threaten me to choke

Headache hammers eyes ablur
A fog appears thick like Vaseline
Information overloaded
I’m screaming at a glaring screen

I respond, I call, I talk and nod
I can’t remember what we’ve said
I walk around like in a dream
I wake each morning feeling dread

Going through the motions
Things that I used to do
Life has shifted, tilted, jolted
I’m seeing things as if they’re new

8 thoughts on “Going Through The Motions

  1. Verily Victoria Vocalises

    Oh Emily. Firstly, it’s great to see you.. I am guessing this is to do with being back at work – and if it is then I have every single sympathy in the world. I hope whatever it is though, is worked out for the best. Thinking of you. Thanks for linking to Prose for Thought x

  2. David / Oddly active

    Oof. I don’t know the circumstances, but can certainly identify with the sentiment. Sometimes all we can do is tread water. It’s often part of a bigger process, though, and a necessary evil when looked back on with the benefit of hindsight. I hope you reach that place soon 🙂 #Prose4T

  3. lettersofanotherlife

    I remember when I first went back to work after my son and felt like a lost fish out of water. There I was in my old role – but I was an utterly different person with an utterly different set of priorities. I hope it gets easier with time. This is a beautiful poem and I especially love the last 2 lines x


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