As I pick through my feelings,
I notice
One.
Standing in a corner,
Alone and forgotten,
Shivering and cold,
It’s been there for awhile.
In fact, the longer I let it linger
The more intense it’s draw.
How could this happen,
A defense mechanism,
Perhaps?
I want it no longer.
I would have chosen otherwise.
Brain’s in a tizzy.
So many thoughts come rushing in.
A collateral twister, per say.
I pull and I pull.
It doesn’t budge,
Exhausted and weary,
I finally put it down.
One of these days,
I will coax it from it’s corner,
And promptly notice another,
One.
DoRee MelNic 