Nameless Things Poem by Abigail Hauschild

I can't trust my memory
I don't even know how I feel most of the time
People, Situations, and Feelings
Blur into one massive mess
I can't separate them anymore
When I write about one thing
It's colored by a million others
It's like I feel this nameless thing
Growing inside my stomach
Like a tumor
When I'm happy I'm not just happy
When I'm sad I'm not just sad
Somehow everything is more than what it is
Nothing happened
No inciting incident
It's just there
Lurking in the background
I won't accept that it's a part of me
I will be free….someday
In the meantime
I'll drink my coffee
Listen to my music
And live with this secret inner mystery
Begging to be answered