When I, Sometimes, Don't Write Poem by Connie Webb

When I, sometimes, don't write,
It's because I don't want to tell you
About the emotional pain I am feeling.

I don't want to tell you how it hurts to see a loved one hurting.
I don't want to tell you how it is so stressful living on a low income with a disability.
I don't want to tell you how difficult it is to have a mental health label.
I don't want to tell you about my physical pain.
I don't want to tell you about my PTSD label and Clinical Depression label.
I don't want to tell you of the pain in losing a brother who was murdered when I was only 20 years old and he was only 18 years old.
I don't want to tell you the pain of losing my Grandma, who fell backwards down a long flight of stairs to not survive it. I was only 17 at the time and I felt she was the only person who I ever felt really loved me for me.
I don't want to tell you what happened to me as an 18 year old who ran away and lived on the Los Angeles streets homeless.

When I, sometimes, don't write,
It's because I don't want to tell you
About the emotional pain I am feeling,
But now you know why
Sometimes, I don't write.