Sleeping alone with so much intrusion – child born of good intentions awash in a trail of barricades I cope, cook up breezes, strike wet
Eager, I am, but limited, somehow stuck in the past, revisiting old disruptions – as unmanageable as before – Why do I seek validation there?
(Note: I draw much of my inspiration from dreams, and recently I’ve been challenging myself to write prose as well as poetry. This poem and
Unconsciousness – like an iron anchor – has dragged my lifeless body, abandoned her on the ocean floor I am afraid to stir, even a
Will not catch me gavotting at a party in the Carly Simon vein – am reluctant at best, certain my flaws are neon, fear scrutinizing
Keep distance! Inner child intimate with abuse; a sad comedian spontaneity ploy masking deadness – major screwup – God’s grace unscathed minus mishaps hip movement