#5 Too Tight

November 26th, 2009

This is it
The aching pulse fills my fingertips
A growing worry in a growing period of grace
When everything is clumsy.

Stumbling
Words contracting, exhaling
Seeping out like sweat, thoughts tumbling
Everything’s right and rosy.

And wrong.
They’re green and yellow
My feelings, a coward and a swindler
Nothing fits.

Too tight
A shirt from childhood
Ideas that are worn-out, stolen
But baggy and loose.

Same
It doesn’t fit. I
Don’t fit in lines and paragraphs and
Colouring pages.

God
Help me find it, help me see
What you see, how you know, how’s it’s written
Solved.