Watching, contemplating, seeking something hiding
just inside the left corner of my mind.
Curiosity sitting, waiting to pounce, yet I can't seem to get
through the barrier set up to protect it.
A queasy feeling, rumbling in the pit of my stomach, beginning
to cover me with fear.
Stillness quietly moving through me causing an uneasiness to
grow somehow within.
Moving on, trying to ignore it, yet feeling it rear it's head
as someone comes close, invading my space with her presence.
Dread enters, from somewhere from my past, taking me down paths
I don't want to be on.
Sitting frozen inside, trying to write my way our of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem