Don Quixote

I'm changing.
Into sits in the dark when everyone has gone to bed.
Into cries in the shower.
Into stares at a spot on the wall.
Into retreat.
Into that fist of pain in my chest
and if I roll up and curl into a ball I will be just that,
a tangle of wordlessness and uselessness and helplessness
and fossilized love.

1 comment:

  1. When you jump into a void like you just did so bravely, laying your life out splayed like ts eliot,a patient etherised on a table, well....there are gonna be some hard days afterwards.

    But...take courage. Find a soft place to land and you will be okay. Promise.