Laura’s Quandary
AWARENESS
PERCEPTION
SECURITY
DANGER
ANGER
REMORSE
REMORSE
REMORSE
SUNSHINE
GRIEF
LOVE
GRIEF
LONELINESS
NEWNESS
AWARENESS
PERCEPTION
SECURITY
DANGER
ANGER
Fear
ANGER
REMORSE
REMORSE
REMORSE
SUNSHINE
HOPE
GRIEF
LOVE
LONLINESS
DEATH
I
wish I could find my place among these words
They
hinder my walk
Blinding,
strobe like
always
unpredictable
I
wish the cascade would stop…
Then
I fear it will
Robot
like, Trance like,
Each
day I wake holding my breath
I
send forth my senses
Would
that I had some sign of the next word
I
could then brace for the worst or savor the best
Unable
to grasp the timing, all things are colored by fear
Apprehension
tugs at my heels
Serenity
coyly dances beyond my reach
It
is a seductive, empty promise that hides between
Denial
and acceptance
Laughter,
singing and alcohol
help
build a wall of protection
But
the wall crumbles faster than I can build
In
the end
I
am left exhausted and defenseless…
Sobriety
offers a drudgery that dulls my senses
and
crushes my spirit
Both
sides of the fence are bare
So
I continue to build my walls
Frantically
hoping for, and dreading
The
next word.
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