Fetal And Rocking Poem by Cheryl A. Caron

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