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I’m in a trap of my own making

Bound in a prison,

Arms and legs jumbled in shackles

Invented by myself,

Locked of my own volition.

Were there ever keys

Or did I forget to imagine them?

 

I sit in the dark

Because that’s where I like it

I know the expectations

And they’re always the worst.

So when the light comes

It’s even warmer,

So when the things are good

I’m more grateful.

I’ll never disappoint myself

If I never want more in the first place.

 

Someday I won’t do this

Won’t want to lock myself away,

Won’t make bad my default

And good my surprise.

Someday I will just be good

Because I am good, the end.

Because I want to believe it, so bad.

 

 

 

Sunshine roars through my window,

Marching across the floor to my face,

Waking me with April promises.

A breeze rolls through my curtain,

A nod to the waves of the ocean,

Calling me to the air, to the earth.

I let my skin drink the season in deeply,

Beaming in the glow of daylight.

Gently nudged toward awake,

My feet find the floor.

And while sleep leaves my eyes

And dreams fade to the real world,

 I shed another evening in my wake,

Continually pulled forward in time.

I talk too much

And yet never say the right words.

I say just enough to say nothing.

I spill my speech down my shirt,

Trip and fall over my babble.

If my mouth could speak

Like my fingers write,

Maybe I wouldn’t be misunderstood.

 

I write too much

And always say the wrong words.

I say more than anyone needs.

I could build a skyscraper of poetry,

Build up walls just to break them.

If my fingers could mute themselves

Like my lips do,

Maybe I would learn brevity.

 

I think too much

And do my best to keep words in.

I torture myself with ideas,

Frustrate myself with make believe.

If I could teach my mind

To not let the words break me,

Maybe I would be free.