the world keeps moving
stuck
observing
fixing a smile
pressing out furrows
practicing normal
one day it will return
in fleeting moments, i savor it
so please forgive me
i am in and out of touch
overreactive
non-responsive
erratic in my connections
too foggy
too clear
hiding
sometimes from others
sometimes from myself
i grapple with the missing
something is lost, never to return
there is something within me that strives for ordinary
sometimes i think it's fear
weakness
pride
a wiser me hopes it's honor
strength
love
there is no escaping myself
i do the best i can
- aetb, 2014
