sometimes my coping mechanism
is to tune out,
to avoid the conflict or stress
in front of me–
the difficulty being when
do you know to tune in again?
Category Archive: Free Form
Rearrange your room.
Choose bookcases
over posters.
Replace your bedding.
Un-pack-rat
as much as possible.
Allow yourself a few memories
and let go of should.
Did that sound easy?
Be warned, it’s work.
I wasn’t nervous.
And that felt odd.
Because I’m always
nervous, even when
I know all the people
arranged in front of me.
I got up, I focused, I spoke.
Maybe sweatpants helped.
I just didn’t change from
my day of relaxation.
Hand in pocket,
I found my voice
just where I left it
On my way home…
It’s late again. *sigh*
Thoughtlessly peddling.
A single headlight
illuminates the way.
My front tire flattens
a lonely dried leaf…
I don’t know how clear I can be,
for you to be able to see,
That for any faults you could find,
and the extra ones…
If the earth was flat,
and you could dig to the depths,
what do you suppose,
would we find…
There’s so many stories to tell,
more than I have the letters to spell,
More than I could possibly write,
and there’s no end…
It’s a holiday today,
in some places,
near and far away,
And many like me…
If it comes,
or if it goes,
If it stays…
Sometimes you just gotta
sit on the floor
and know there’s nowhere
further down
to go
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