It’s all in the mind—
It’s leaving me quivering,
unable to handle the flow of this
I can’t stand in a crowded room without feeling like the spot light’s on me.
I can’t stand in an empty room without hoping someone will walk through the door,
because I feel so alone.
the pleasure of sharing the night
with another person
and the emptiness when dawn breaks
and they’re gone.
Or maybe something a little less defined,
like waking up and realizing
I’m the only one left alive.
I can see this alternate reality.
With rusted swingsets;
they aren’t used in years,
except by me,
kick with my feet to gain
and reach my hands out to the sky
This feeling is only in the mind.
Yet I feel it in my heart.
what it is,
—it’s been so long since I was asked, I forgot its name.
copyright Marie Meyers, 2016