Molten Mush (sonnet)

I can't concentrate enough to crochet.
My brain is one big gob of molten mush.
How will I ever make it through this day,
Do supper, laundry, and homework and such?
I feel so embarrassed asking for help,
Though it's a relief to know help is there.
Wish I had the strength to do it myself,
But the load right now's more than I can bear.
If only the flashbacks would stay away.
If only the memories wouldn't come up.
If only I'd keep the feelings at bay,
Then I think I could survive well enough.
The past keeps bubbling up into my face.
I still can't seem to find a peaceful place.

No End in Sight (sonnet)

I don't want to feel this way anymore,
Struggling to make it through every day.
The laundry piles up in mounds on the floor,
And I can't make the dishes go away.
I drag my wooden body, place to place,
Sometimes, I fear, without my mind intact.
Yet always there's a smile upon my face,
They always did say I could really act.
Six o'clock arrives, I'm ready for bed,
But the work isn't done; neither am I.
My blankets cry out to snuggle my head.
I can't wait to sleep so that I can cry.
The days pass by, they never seem to end.
Right now my pillow is my only friend.

Somewhere Beyond (sonnet)

Somewhere beyond these walls there is a place
Where grass grows green and children freely play,
A safe and happy spot in time and space,
No worries are allowed to ruin the day.
Somewhere beyond this day another comes,
And I have no idea what it will hold.
I do not know if I should stay or run,
Or just stay here and keep on growing old.
Somewhere beyond this life is one brand new,
A mystical city, so I've been told,
Where no sorrow or pain ever break through,
Where memories of earth quickly grow cold.
I long to go somewhere beyond this grief
Where I can eventually find relief.