poem – Mental Ground

Recommended Discomfort

The change I crave is uncomfortable.
It is an unruly child screaming at a pitch fit to pierce attention.

How silly it is to be confident in the structure of a minute.

I stopped taking pictures of myself as our conversations tapered off.

There is something lovely about an overwhelming happiness
demanding to be felt and experienced.

Often, we pretend to be present as our feet stretch with anticipation to reach the future.

Where is the magic of an inner child who trudges through emotional warfare?

I want to share this suspension of calm with you.