Sunday, January 15, 2017
Weakness
Sometimes the busy days, churning like an accident in slow motion,
are more than anyone can manage and I freeze into a frame,
cold and without feeling anything but shocked
and out of control.
Numbness sets in and I become the robot of myself,
smiling an artificial smile that mimics reality,
and I walk through the days
without letting in a single breath.
I walk out the door
angry, crying for time,
and know it will all be waiting for me when I return
like a predator waiting for the weak member of the herd
at the edge of a field at dusk.
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