January 12, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 1/12/20

#PoetrySunday - 1/12/20

LONG WEEK

I can’t see through
the aching that is coating the inside of my skull
and its making me feel
like I can’t see through
anything.

Not even thin air.

At best, there is a dense fog.
But most of the time,
I’m immersed in tar,
and my clarity is a muffled noise
and my nostrils are full

And the struggle makes it worse.

So I’ll sit today,
immobilized by the aching
and the weight
of knowing
that this is
simply
how it is.