How to Survive the Worst of It (NaPoWriMo 19)

by krstaten

You break so many promises
to yourself–the one to
water the plants today,
the one to not call in
to work for a whole month,
the one to get out of bed,
to get out of bed, to get out–

You drag yourself as if
through  mud. You become
mud, a sickening sludge
you carry inside you that
spills out at the words,
“How are you feeling?”
Like compassion is a trigger
and you are the target
practice tin can, hollowed
out and waiting for impact.

You collapse, fall asleep
in the worst places.
Go to sleep promising yourself
that this will be the end
of you. You have nightmares.
Then you wake up.


Today’s Recommendation:

The Man Moves Earth by Cathy Song