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Too many metaphors to get off the ground
So many bear traps
Right now it's the bed
I feel no one is out there
Beyond the inches past my face
I'm in a sliver of a void
The reality is I'm in the dog house for not pulling my weight
Conceptualising it
Numb and zoned out
Needing to snap out of caring
But not over compensate with desensitising
It's a delicate game of placing ball bearings in system based on levers and fulcrums
I need to walk carefully
Carelessness here and my whole self could drop
I'll be up and out soon
My daughter just has feet first skulling to master to pass stage 5 swimming
So we'll factor that into our Saturday swim
This new addition to my week of swimming with my youngest is liberating
We dance in the water
Dive to the bottom
Pretend to ride bicycles in a race
Swim through each others legs
Glide across the pool
Without being self conscious
It's beautiful
That's why I hate being stopped in my tracks
Any part of me at peace is in liberation
Disapproval closes me in on myself
Makes me heavy
I can't pull my weight if gravity increases 100 fold
I just explained out loud
But I'm told told told as a response
I don't think I was heard
So I grind to a halt like the jaws of the bear trap seizing up, jarring against a mismatched shape, nothing to ease it either way
delicate balance
creates my existence
flight is not achieved
by adding weight
the mechanics of the animal
is ever so important
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