There’s no reason
no fancy rhyme
to pretty it up
I’m not alone.
I’m surrounded by love.
It’s just
sometimes
I can’t feel it
There’s no reason
no fancy rhyme
to pretty it up
Alone
It’s so terrifying
It’s so cold
I’m reaching
into the mute darkness
of our bedroom
My stuffys and Billow
keeping me in my place
Tonight
I’m sorry I can’t always be
on point
on time
I’m reaching through
tear streaked sheets
and aching heartbeats
for something I resent
but know I need.
I’m not really angry
I’m just stricken dumb
To be human is to feel.
We
Are
Human
Brighter days come
when the rain clouds’
last puddle floats away.
My dry spell is on it’s way.
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