Shaking Nightmares From A Concussive Night
Blowout, burnout, jagged shells left from the explosion
Crawl out from shelter in place; a confused, wobbly motion
Blank slate, wipeout, cauterized emotion
Tally and assess losses, repairs, mental status
Check for five senses, wiggle toes, adjust glasses
How did it happen? Doesn’t really matter - standard procedure, engage in comfort habits
Clean, organize, clean, To Dos, clean, coffee
Keep thoughts protected alone, handle my whole person delicately
Shielding electronic cloud of music, sweet repetition to bury me
I survived, I am alive
I need my bubble today, but that’s okay
Copyright © Payge Terner | Year Posted 2024
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