Hold

awkward
as a racehorse
being held back

my heart knows what to do
every muscle in my body
twitching tense with reluctant restraint

but logic is the jockey

a tentative hand between your shoulders
has so much potential
but we wouldn't want to complicate things

so I keep it reigned in

Goals

camouflage

She exists almost exclusively after dark,
when the sun's rays no longer expose her to the world
and the darkness that follows her is no more than a shadow
among many.

Basking Light

it's like,
my shadow is jealous
of all the time I've been spending
in the sun
every chance it gets
it pulls at me
trying to drag me back into the dark
or just remind me
it's still there

still I bask in the sunlight

Eating My Feelings

I should be hungry
this time last week I was

but she's so loud now
she's drowning out any semblence of flavor
leaving only the mettallic bitterness
of being repeatedly kicked in the stomach
by her latest henchman

it's easy for her,
she is well fed,
sustained by all the negativity I have managed
to swallow,
that I choke on after years of bingeing and refusing to purge

there hasn't been much room for her poison;
positivity

and I
am malnourished.