Downsizing
It's not easy
keeping yourself together
when there is a part of you
hiding away still darkened
with fear. It's been curled up
there for years.
Then there's that other part
of you who can't keep still,
creating havoc as it charges
around your head
demanding answers, bulldozing
certainties until there is nothing left
except rubble strewn across
the mind.
Other parts play silly games,
or put you down or flicker
on and off in a constant state
of not knowing what to do.
They're the ones that stutter
on the lip of every day,
running down your batteries until
there's not much left of you.
You wake up
each morning feeling depleted
as if half of you has gone missing
in your sleep and what remains
is a bag of parts that no longer fit.
Like children you've given
each a name, fed and provided
them with shelter.
Worn out by the labors
of their want, you hope one day
they'll grow up and go. Then,
you can think about downsizing
into the less cluttered spaces
of the real you.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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