Half for a Whole.

The grills, they keep me locked in;
Security for those on the outside.
Do they fear my insanity?
They must have none of it themselves,
Well-nurtured, TLC-surfeit?
Extensively though you guard your heart,
You harden and yet soften
At the same time.
They will try, try, try,
Delving, searching, prodding your defenses,

And hoping none make claims.

Do they fear my insanity?
They must, surely, they must have none of it themselves.
Tiring, to find a pair;
Two minus one = present and future?

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Shaky sensations and tingly skin.

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I sat quietly, on the side,
Cross-legged, with the blue-box-T-sheet leaving marks on my skin,
I lay down,
Then sat up,
Fidgety.
Eyes closed, I listened
to the breathing, the unlabored snores:
The slightest hitch - my eyelids frantically peeled back,
Assurance was needed.
I waited, watched the clock,
Imagined the little armies leading the fight,
In their swimmy world of red and white.
I blew on swollen fingertips to calm shaky hands,
The clock watched me.
Suddenly I was scared adolescent, wide-eyed, unsure,
Until the half hour passed, taking the sensation with it,
I was careful adult woman again,
Taking measurements, administering elixirs,
Then sinking back silently to my cool retreat,
Ever-watchful.
Worrisome.
Adolescence was back - delirium memories and bitter tonics,
I swallowed it down, donned patience.
Watched the clock, let the ticking wash over my mind,
Until I was woman again,
Careful, adult,
Daughter.


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