The last few days have been rough. My mom seems to be taking a more upfront approach about my disbelief, and I think yesterday if I hadn't been working... I was about to have to go through an intervention.
So what some of you may not know about me is that I like to write poems. Some of them are crap, some of them are juvenile, and some of them are too personal. This is the first one I felt like I could publicly share... so love it or hate it, here it is.
Run down the stairs
into my dungeon
hating the disturbance, the sound
of the shackles
clanging about my wrists.
To me your sigh is much louder
banging on my heart like an explosion
engulfing me in this mist of your disapproval
So I'll breathe you in, fold myself tight
and stop making noise.
I might make some changes at some point, but there is my very rough draft.