Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Having another dream; except this time actually awake
Head, heart and legs all stuck in different zip codes
Nothing managed to connect to the page or screen
Words were heard in an incoherent jumble
Distracted by worries of the realistic and the not-so variety
Garnered a few moments of having people scratch their heads
Pondering what was on going on upstairs in the logic department
Unintentionally going overboard to compensate for nerves
Exercising on a small stepper to oblivion in the living room
Unclear as to whether this idea helped or hindered inevitable
Trying to burn off stress before it burned me out in process
Tired of being a guinea pig; a test subject for doctors to play with
Poked, prodded and dissected until nothing remained
Just a shell with a few meager bones to display
As for the day to day logic, nothing existed at all
No longer sure as to what day of the week it was
Every single day seemed to blur into one long blob
Trusted instincts misjudged by those in authority
Made to feel less than when nothing can be proven
Embarrassed to be carrying this defeated sentiment
When others have harsher circumstances than this
Simply have been through a lot this year
Shoulders worn into stubs from lifting so much weight
Tired and bedraggled in an effort to cover everything up
Cracks showing in the internal and external foundation
Given up the compulsion to care about anything
When it all seemed to be for naught
Either imploding or exploding upon contact
On an endless treadmill to nowhere
Looking to either get off or find a different ride
One with more reliability than this particular journey
Travel blogs lied about this destination for sure
Nothing exotic to be found for miles
Only indoor cold and sterile environments
Ready for some sunshine and no worries to plague me.
Letting hair hang down and be a slacker for a change
Anything would be better than what's happening now.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on May 12, 2021:
Sorry. Sometimes we must go down bad roads and wonder...why me?
I been there...still am.
I wish there was an easy solution, but it's part of you now.
Find a way to keep going. Writing is great.
I wish you the best. Keep your hair down. Things look better that way.