November 11, 2014
Thoughts at 4 am
1.
My body collapses into consciousness,
Trying to comprehend that it’s not yet morning.
Trying to turn my difficulties into metaphor.
I wear a dull frown leftover from bad thoughts
and constant reminders of the girl that I was.
My body collapses into consciousness,
Trying to comprehend that it’s not yet morning.
Trying to turn my difficulties into metaphor.
I wear a dull frown leftover from bad thoughts
and constant reminders of the girl that I was.
2.
I fear the light from my computer screen will wake
the two pillars of support that are lofted
at either side of me. The ones who took me in
When I couldn’t hold myself up. I can just barely hear their
restful breathing over the rumble of the mini fridge.
I fear the light from my computer screen will wake
the two pillars of support that are lofted
at either side of me. The ones who took me in
When I couldn’t hold myself up. I can just barely hear their
restful breathing over the rumble of the mini fridge.
