December 11, 2023

I am writing poems.

I am crying.

I am going to spin class.

I am eating cheese cake.

I am drawing some people close.

I am pushing others away.

I am frozen.

I am having intrusive thoughts.

I am remembering they’re just thoughts.

I’m being pulled down into the depths.

I am clawing at the shore.

However inconsistently,

I am taking my herbs.

I am reading a book.

All two pages.

That’s about how much

This version of me

Can carry for today.