I often wonder,
Beyond the dull aches.
Wonder if switches shouldn't exist,
Switches and buttons which control.
Cruelly hiding agony, tears and blood.
Switches constantly and repetitively,
Masking my numbness with a smile,
A bubbly outgoing stranger is my enemy.
I sit behind thickening glass watching,
As buttons turn yawns into laughter.
Do they wonder?
Of that I doubt when a simple I'm okay,
Followed by a mis-conveyed smile,
Unlocks this weekends goings.
They don't wonder.
They sit content with their lives,
Watching the daily game or news.
I wonder,
Of dreamed up figures and floating castles
Of a kind hand and warm embrace.
Often I wonder of these foreign myths,
But still I sit behind switches and glass.
That the joyful stranger holds.
I often wonder.
-17 November 2020
11:15am
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PoesíaTheses poems are a emotive collection of a mental journey of Gia Madeleine 'Marsh' Baker.
