11/30/2020
I feel like I worry too much
Which is funny, as I'm also
Very apathetic.
Feel like everything inside me
Contradicts
But somehow, I am functional.
Just got to keep pushing,
One foot in front of the next
I'll watch my feet the entire time-
But oh, that means I'll miss out
On everything else
Won't I?
Keeping an eye on a single detail at a time
Obsessing, finessing, overdrive-
Losing sight of the greater prize.
Apprehension and obsession,
My greatest stumbling block-
A tripwire, if you will, tied to me-
Woven from threads of regrets and thrills
I carry this noose around
And get hung up on things.
Rope burn, a raw ring around my neck.
Blood, staining chapped and calloused hands
Your shattered heart, throbbing, oozing, I hold
Though fragments are missing, I've found
Your vital sinoatrial node-
Separate halves of broken hearts stitched to their counterparts.
Rope slackens, grows loose.
Hands gently and deftly untie this noose
Let it fall away, healing takes place.
Completion, serenity, saccharine tranquility.
Unequivocally. Arms wrapped around-
Safe and sound.
