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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tangled

A river of tangled string
you are unraveling
and no one else seems to mind.
You keep it to yourself, stay numb and act fine.
You wear the truth under your sole, like a pebble
it makes you limp and sway
but it will out someday.

Lately I’ve felt a tangled mess. 

Inside, emotions running hot and cold.  Outside, doing my best to keep cool and stay mellow so as to not make those around me uncomfortable. 

My body still betrays me.  Snakes run races up and down my left leg in constant spasms.  Not pain, but in some ways worse.  My right upper leg is beginning to show similar symptoms to that of my left leg when all this began.  I’m clumsy and weak and feel as if I’m tied in haphazard invisible knots that keep me from moving and turning and lifting and doing as I feel I ought to be able to do at this point.

It’s like dancing drunk, I guess.  You think you’ve got it, you think you’re doing well - until you fall flat on your face and everyone is staring and/or laughing and pointing.

I guess I just know I don’t have it.  I’m a tangled mess and I don’t even know where to begin to start untying all the knots.

Posted by Liberty on 03/15 at 12:17 AM
Posted under: See-ThroughThe SoundtrackWriting PromptNaBloPoMo

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