Shoulders slumped, chest heavy
Face like stone –
Or a surface on which they bounce
Annoyances continue, no sign of
Situation improvement
Feeling weighed down, stuck
Breath constricted
Weary about working
Covering too many points
No time left, only a want
To sleep, to hide
Need for connection but
Compulsion to flee
Blood chills, limbs freeze
Hard not to believe that
I am an anchor dragging
Everyone else to the
Ocean’s floor
(This is my October 3rd contribution for Poem A Day October.)
The Only Kathy Trithardt 