Also Mutants

Sharpen A Corner

7-25-17

I lack discipline; that's as far
as I go with being assertive.
I hunger. I struggle. I stutter. I rumble.
I cut. I ache. I bleed all over
paper, the floor, you, and the weather.
I'm supposed to think I'm fortunate.
I'm well aware of it.
And when I get there, I'm somewhere else
like I don't believe myself.
Everything sticks out and
I don't fit in. Personified embarrassment.
Stay humble? I'm lucky if I mumble.
My thoughts are mumbo-jumbo,
supersized and magnified.
Let's play a game called "Quiet Time".
That's where I leave you alone and you leave.
If I could express emotions properly
I'd probably fall between disbelief and grief
with a side of relief on my face.
And that's my daily dilemma...
life is like a misshapen agenda.
It's all walls and no corners;
windows but no doors
and keys but no locks.
Time without a clock.
I'm a body at peace on the surface,
but my value isn't stating what my worth is.