The Poet

It’s as if though the

second I feel good,

all of it becomes a devastating blur

–

and I was never diagnosed

or said to have a solid reason

but I went for

the weight that felt to lift off my shoulders

each time I left her door

 

I had taken too much time for them

But I needed more

and as I searched through the aisles

I realized I don’t need any of this

To feel happiness

It will only temporary fill my holes