‘As Is…’
how I’m feeling as I throw my emotions against
the wall like spaghetti clinging for dear life.
dented cans in the grocery store.
half price.
that one damn red sock..
bleeding over my newly clorox-ed shirts.
still looks the same..
the height and breath of me
resembles no difference than the
pictures of a not so distant past.
but with my magnifying glass, I see…
the ingredients have been stirred and muddied
her composition askew..
a cacophony of untuned instruments
someone, please stop the ringing in my ears..
and pounding in my heart for i feel
unraveled.
undone.
waving the white flag of all future endeavors
I walk toward indifference with my hands up.
surrender.
thoughts as sharp as little shards of glass I step on
when I didn’t sweep up all the remains of my
broken heart and melodramatic intentions become the
prisoner in this poem.
feeling trapped in my cell with a beautiful willow
staring back at me from my designated window.
I stare long enough at my friend the tree
and i am free again…the bars fade away..
and i am free to run and skip and sleep
perchance to dream
a day of blue skies and
clear starry nights; when the only thing ‘as is’
is everything I know.
and that is alright with me.
-Kerilyn Fox
