poem: the matter be – 02/02/22

astounding though the matter be,
at least I can still think, breathe, sigh and see
not many people can say this
and not many can attend
to this tiresome irksome being stuck inside
my head

she is me a part of me
the opportunistic thoughts of me
when I’m scrambling for power then I need to
become redundant there
that side of the world, I I lost my drive

but in terms of general threaded consciousness

I know I am able I know I am true
I can pick the stitches as well as sew them
even out the ripped turret
surrounded by green eggs and Sam I Ams.

Protection here from the finest I will survive this
arduous path
these words I struggle for sleep
enough is enough
life can be tiresome
but for all the healing happiness in the world
it’s worth it.
© 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image from Pixabay

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