You make me queasy. You make me long to sleep the day away and never leave this quilted, padded hole, where no one can find me. You make me hurt. You make me dream of jamming screw drivers to my broken brain to dig out the part that malfunctions, no matter how necessary, so I … Continue reading We Manage Us
Tag: coping with anxiety
Tell Me I’m Alive
Tell me I am the amber gold of your fallen leaves, the ones not found and pressed between your pages. Tell me I am the winter fog reminding your lungs that there's such a thing as breathing under water. Tell me I am the green musk of your budding arms reaching to a warming sky; … Continue reading Tell Me I’m Alive
Love is Not a Boat
I don't like you. Yet how commonly is my adoration called upon to sooth your troubled waters. You set sail without me, and I'm happy. I wanted no life on turbulant seas, but why do you call? Echo for me to give you--not a life line. Not another boat or to call the life guard, … Continue reading Love is Not a Boat
I Ache Tonight
I ache tonight. Take me down to a cool bed that isn't mine. Dress me up in a different time and call me by a different name, because I ache tonight within my frame, and cannot figure why. I ache tonight. So shroud me beneath ocean colors, seaweed arms to take me whole, and tie … Continue reading I Ache Tonight
I Live
My breath tastes of green onion. Chai isn't enough to balm the taste. Desk lamps shine on lonely work, and I want to read to be taken away, but the clench the onion brings me back. I ate dinner. I function. I breathe. I live. And it sticks to me like green onion breath, overpowering … Continue reading I Live
Author T.S. Lowe 