Waiting for the anesthetic narcotic
To numb parts
She does not want to feel for now.
Skin going blubbery,
Sense of touch diminishing.
What if this creeping sensation
Was to spread throughout
Her entire body?
Would that do it?
Would that bring the level of relief
She craves as the muscles relax
Giving up their struggle?
Would it penetrate even deeper
And seep into her emotional core
Enveloping blanking out
The raw frazzled feelings
That have vexed her for too long?
Any respite would be alright.
To soothe the soreness
From countless moments of dwelling on
Going over and over
Trying desperately to find a solution
Resolution to the unsolvable dilemma
Of obsession.
Wanting to kill reaction
And gain some traction
On a new path
Out of the chaos.
Desperate to get unstuck
From this putrid mental muck
And gain some degree of clarity,
A more spacious way to see.
All well and good
But for now
She'll just allow the anesthesia
To work on her
A little more....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to life and living - a great thing