In the fetal position
Rocking back and forth
A futile attempt at comfort
For whatever it’s worth
I can feel the storm rising
A paroxysm inside
Bracing myself
For the roller coaster ride
Two poles divided
Never one whole
Always at battle
For dominance and control
Left brain wants to argue
Can’t always be right
Meanwhile I’m wound up
Gagged and bound tight
I swallow my tongue
As I choke back my words
Trying to decipher
What is or isn’t absurd
Best to keep it to myself
Than to blurt it all out
Resisting the urge
To just holler and shout
Gritted teeth and clenched fists
A knot churning in my gut
The horrors I see
When I keep my eyes shut
My ears ring like gongs
Cannot silence the sound
So I remain fetal and rocking
In a heap on the ground
copyright 2009 Cheryl A. Caron
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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