Trish Straub

I'm a married 61-year-old mother of two sons. I recently moved to the state of Florida from New York.  I began writing poetry about two years ago as a form of therapy.  My poems are honest, raw, and sometimes difficult to read, but they capture the challenges I face and are relatable to readers.

In lieu of reciting a poem, I am submitting one that received over 2k reactions on a poetry group I belong to.

A Poetry piece by Trish:

Committing Crimes

I must have been a horrible person in another life

It might explain why I failed at being a mother and a wife.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t make amends

And isolate myself to the point I have no friends.

I’m not opinionated and rarely give my two cents.

I have no idea what it’s like to have someone come to my defense.

I’m alone even when surrounded by a crowd

And don’t really give a shit about much, of that, I’m not proud.

I thought having kids would turn things around

Instead of being lost, I can finally be found.

But that didn’t go well, needless to say

And I live with that pain every night and every day.

I’m completely exhausted going through the motions.

The tears that I’ve shed could fill all the oceans.

I’ve gone around the sun sixty-one times

And ask to be forgiven for a lifetime of crimes.

I’m sorry for everything and for all I’ve caused pain

At this point in life, there’s nothing more to gain.

Written by Trish Straub