I feel the life drain out of my body
Depleted of my life force, I wane
What has triggered this self-abandonment
Where do I go inside
It feels like part of me just leaves
Drains off into a void somewhere
Leaving behind a shell
My skin hanging over my bones
My mind tangled and blank at once
My breath contained and compressed
The familiar iron wall in my gut
Shut, closed off from the world
Only my breath can bring me back
I breathe, slowly, in and out
I feet the iron wall begin to melt
My brain softens, tight thoughts dissipate
And I feel me begin to fill in
The caverns of my self once again
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I felt a flutter
A tiny heart part
A glimmer of the seed of confidence
Growing up through the cracks
Of the broken sidewalk of my soul
I tried to nurture it
Tried to help it grow
Shone sunlight on it’s tendrils
Watered it with tears of relief
But it expired in time
Like a child’s first goldfish
Neglected after excitement’s worn away
And now there’s just grey cracked cement
And hard-packed doubt underneath
Where a sprig of hope used to grow
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I trip inside.
An abrupt disrupt,
Collide with Puritanical
Whispers in my marrow
From ancient stern-lipped marms.
Harnessed and restrained,
My instincts choke,
Wane and die.
Only their ghosts remain,
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Yes, it’s true
I think most small talk
Is just froth
I’m sure it serves someone
But not me
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Her eyes were luminescent
I saw straight into her soul
All else had been but stripped away
She was left to be simply whole
Her dying body housed a loving heart
And from that she shone and she was
I came to know that all that matters
Is our humanness – our goodness, and flaws
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That’s perfectly fine.
I’m in no rush.
Go ahead and finish your conversation.
I mean, I’m just a customer in need of service.
There’s four of you behind that counter.
None of you are doing anything job-related.
Does Starbucks employ managers?
I think not.
Unless one of you is one of them.
That’s a depressing thought.
I’ll just wait.
Send that Snapchat.
Read that text.
No need to bother yourself.
No need at all.
I’ll just work myself up into a lather,
And when you finally come over to me
And I let all hell loose on you,
You will treat me like I am the problem.
Maybe you’ll even report me to the manager-if-they-do-exist-at-all.
Not worth it.
I’m leaving and I won’t be back.
(Until next time.)
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I believe in thwarting the devil
The bits and pieces of dark that drag into my day
I used to battle them mightily
Use force and sheer will to get them out of my way
But now I befriend them, it works so much better
From acceptance, I find I have much more sway
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