The Idea Of Me

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J. DAV

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Last night whispered symphonies to me
As I wound down
For my nightly
Slumber
I asked these songs
For a piece of clarity
As I began feeling bad for myself
With sympathy
Knowing
Empathetically
I have no worries
Like a country
Taking bombing
Like a soldier
I stormed the beaches
Of Normandy
Conforming to worry
As if Normandy
Were synonymous with anxiety
The morning came
And the birds
They were chirping
And in the first week of March
It was oddly warming
And in my first breaths
Of my day
I felt nothing of pleasure
Only that of pain
I tried to refrain
From looking in the mirror
Ya see
It's been awhile
Since I've shaved
And now that point
Under my chin
Where the dead patch resides
Is proliferating
And my eyebrows
Which are caterpillars
Are beginning to connect
In the middle
Where my nose ends
Or begins
I cycle through
It's 11am
And I haven't made an attempt
To go sniff the spring air
Or fall in love with the sky's blueness
I often beat myself up
To the point of clueless
And I begin to feel useless
As I extend myself beyond
As I extend beyond
My means of me
Hoping to release
The stresses for those
Who allow me to connect
With them
The hem on my pants
I remember cutting
Back in the sixth grade
When I became frustrated
That my jeans
Wouldn't properly
Fold over my Timberland boots
I clacked them untied
Like a cowboy
In a western
Hands in my pockets
Waddling wide
I can hear the spurs
Sinking themselves into the dirt
As I begin to unearth
The earth
While simultaneously
Forgetting my self-worth
I am cursed
With a writer's brain
And blessed at the same time
Ya see
I can be down bad
Or up good
At the same time
Ya see
I can glorify nursery rhymes
And still fall prey
Like a litter of kittens
Left in a box
Roadside
I'm gnawing
At the notion
That I am
An emotional person
I despise
Others and their abilities
To decipher me
Quickly
Like a daily
Sudoku
I wonder how many pages
They read before getting to me
And continue to wonder
If subscribing to newspapers
Is still a thing
How many questions
Are there
To my personal crossword
What are those questions
What is it about me
That seems so temporary
Why do these nights
That roll into early mornings
Leave me stranded
On an island
Where the flare
Has been lit for weeks
When will I rescue myself
From myself
Obliterated by this poetic mind
That refuses to unwind
I cry myself to sleep
Begging for the noises
To subside
Until there's no salt water left
To fall from the muddy pools
Of these brown eyes
I am fine
And I know
Just like the warm air of July
I deserve certainty
Like after dinner deserving pie
But do not need reassurance
Just an assurance
Of a presence
That can accept
Me
Myself
And I
This comforter has ribs
Like Friday's at TGI
And the fuzzes underneath
Feel like a sheep skin
Before the clippers hit
I am naked
It's exhausting to even think
About putting on clothes
But I know
That I must
Stand up to knock off the dust
Before it turns to rust
Leaving me stiff
Like the Tin Man
Searching for oil
I type faster
As this metaphorical water
Begins to boil
Turning the burner off
I begin to recoil
At the fact
That
I
Am
And always will be
Open
And vulnerable

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