Poetry

To be able to feel?

Can I run circles

without falling exhausted?

May I weave my knitting

into the blanket

that I used to cover up in?

How may I be me

and not lose my soul?

Can I do it again?

I don’t want to be half full.

I want to run on both feet.

Granite.

Shale.

Granted.

Shall.

Mica.

Limestone.

Mice.

Lemonade.

Men make words.

Dirt forms the earth.

Humans are as humans does.

As beautiful as these stones are

When will we leave them behind

Before they harden

Everyone’s hearts?

Freedom is only to be won

Though it is so easy to think

We have been granted it.

Brains recuperating

Emotions calming down

Body fresh

Trauma begins to fade

Therapy still needed

But self care is a boon

The state of nearly empty.

The thin line of will

that you must use

to force yourself

to keep going.

Tiredness has nothing on this essence.

Sleep would be welcome

A sweet sweet blessing.

Yet,

once again

life forces you forward.

Making you draw on already replete reserves.

Concerned

Underreacted

Got the job done

Time for breakdown

after exit from hospital

Things Begin.

Time Ends.

Humans Lose.

Gravity Falls.

I Humiliate.

Dogs Run.

Treasure Dissolves.

Insanity Wins.

Denied existence.

Bailed on the extreme.

Signs of wavering.

Nothing to lose.

Blackness remains.

Send in the clones.

Find ourselves again.

Your gut.

Your instincts.

Facts.

The law of Murphy.

Gravity?

Or

Science?

Opinions

can be trusted

but,

but,

but,

I don’t think they should be.

It is Milky out there.

Black holes.

Dead stars.

Unknown planets.

Space and beyond.

Infinite possibilities.

Will we win

The chance to reach them?

As the parent

I must accept

that the child is my responsibility

yet her actions

are her own choosing.

How to differentiate them

is harder than it seems.

Some days,

like today,

I know where the fault lies.

So I will accept

my participation

in the ensuing chaos.

Tomorrow,

that is to be dealt with

tomorrow.