Grasping at Straws

sometimes the correct words

swim under the frozen surface

I see them dashing hither and thither

and I know that my emotions

beat inside their tiny little hearts

but I cannot crack the surface

so I sit on that surface

watching dispatched parts of myself

pretending to be part of the whole

and I wonder what it’s like to feel like everyone else

 

 

Copyright December 2016

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