Untitled

Give me back my life!

Give me back that sense of freedom

Freeze—-stop——breathe.

Give me back my song/drip drip drip

Goes the shower

(You’re lucky you got to take a shower today, make sure you clean it first and THEN

You can use it)

No one noticed, but you still did it.

Give me back—-

Stop!

Freeze.

Did you do that thing I asked you to do?

No, I’m Sorry,

I was just frozen, and I couldn’t move.

You can’t have it!

You are a devoted friend mother daughter sister lover girlfriend wife

You can’t have ANYTHING else.

stop

Freeze

breathe

Realize that freedom always costs someone something,

And for you, it is a very big price tag,

Without a set amount, and a never ending late fee tacked on, that keeps growing and growing

Almost like that amount is hung over your shoulders

like a detached tumor, looming over

You,

With the big words,

You are Failing

On it. That cut your mouth like a knife,

And made you pretend to feel safe,

And you know that when you finally get that moment to yourself,

All your seething thoughts can unfreeze,

And you’ll scream, “give me back that life I once dreamed I could have”

And like that drip, drip, slip

In your mind and in the shower or the kitchen faucet,

You pretend to feel safe,

And your facade breaks just for a brief moment (a dark night and a lit, wilting flower)

A crack in a tremendous mountain,

By that freeze, that extremely painful tear,

Frozen, breathe, frozen

And you believed you once loved the

Cold.

I’m untitled, like this poem,

This piece of me that fell out,

Untitled and unspoken,

One stifled breath,

One stifled tear,

Linked to you, to all of you,

With the chain of my generous smile.