Preamble to My Pain

Waffling between numb and horrified
I walk stupefied

Living in liminality and trapped by technicality I lie awake at night stunned at my reality

I feel like my body is an alien craft and a tiny, weird, and scared version of me is at the helm.  I live in overwhelm.

I languish in the labyrinth like a woman whose labor has stopped.  Dripping sweat and full of regret I wail at the walls.

I’m losing cognition in this latest rendition.

I feel like an animal experiment.  Torture is my accoutrement.

I can’t outpace what’s been running me down.  I can’t hide from being found.

I can’t get through to the world outside of my skin.  There is no safe space that is my place to decompress in.

Non-stop need and ravaged by greed I am disbursed like chum in bloody water

I write to right.  I think to talk.  I speak my dream. And all anyone does is balk.

I am lost upon the collective.  I am lost within the collective.  I silently drown while people notice I’m reflective.

Cozett Contemplates her poetry…

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