Nineteen
“You aren’t
nineteen anymore.”
The words hit
like a bowling ball
in the gut
and I’m not
sure why
when this fact
has been true
for well over
a decade
at this point
and my mind says,
“So what?”
while by body says,
“Exactly right.”
Atmosphere
Clarity
wars with
foggy mind
just as clouds
shift through
the blue
and sometimes
everything
is crisp and clear
then the threads
of gauzy clouds
return
and I’m lost
once more
What We Hide
The ugly parts
are hidden
beneath
a warm smile
and quiet
approachability
that allows
others
to ignore
that
on the inside
things are
actually
falling apart
Struggling
Hope feels
lost
among
the weeds
like a feather
fallen
from wings…
the last feather
needed
to stay aloft
and so
I’m grounded
and unable
to fly
The Escape
If I could
just have
a few minutes
of stillness
and silence
the world
would fall away
and my eyes
would close
into a long blink
and then
blissful sleep
where everything
could be forgotten
for just a little while
Too Much
Sometimes
even the
perfection
of organization
feels
scattered and
disorganized
and like
nothing
is right
in the world
and the brain
spirals into
overload
Twisting the Leaf 