But not wanting to go
I want to stand on the fishes.
As per usual.
Am I just not as good?
Tears threaten my surface
Which is why standing on fishes is a very good way to go.
Surface composure is only that.
Angling for more will scare the fishes
Away from me.
And then I’ll be left.
Honestly I think drowning
Is more involved with
Being without self-confidence.
If I can believe in myself,
Maybe those fishes will stay with me.
I feel in my head
My increasing sensitivity to outer world phenomena
Insulate myself further
Meanwhile I have a very few in my life whom I love,
And who love me
Lucky? Beyond that
Meanwhile my physical health
And it is now the Time of the Month
When one difficulty occurs
They all congeal to my body my brain
Til I feel like the Leaning Tower of Pisa: a curiosity
Meanwhile I have to make a living
Earn insurance for my aches my conundrums
Absenteeism becomes a cause for concern
As I cough and sip a keurig tea
While I write
I feel like I fight more than I would like
Internally, that is
So intense that my brain is leaning
How does the Pisa Tower do it?
How can I also an oddity do the expected
All the while I feel unbalanced.