Hi there- not feeling 100% and here's poem that goes along with that feeling. Thanks to 26 Books and Dan Raphael for first publishing it. (Can't find a link for 26 Books).
Intruding Spatial Qualities
Sometimes I get away inside myself.
I crawl to the back where the ride is less bumpy
and the view less cluttered.
I take care of all aspects of things,
manage quite well.
Though the thought of another being there seems ridiculous.
Then I know that I am a citizen of outer space on the yellow planet
called pain.
Or just making another pretty place in limbo.
So that I become cantankerous.
Unused,
dusty,
full of too many bad movies.
Misplacing happiness
in my files
in my closet.
Happiness could be a new friend I am shy about calling.
Or it's the room where everyone huddles together all composed,
and I can't shoo my way in.
I am an obtuse piece ready to fall apart.
I am a new dance step.
Clumsy,
my feet unsure,
my smile rusty,
my face sometimes unwilling
to call in the score
though a smile would do the job; it's too much.
The lips are tethered,
safety straps down.
The frustration takes my attention
and the moment of chance
is gambled away
while I still try to shake off the dust.
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