Sometimes Poem by Karen Touzalin

Sometimes,
in order for me to write, i do not speak for days
until desperation forces me to
create poetry
on paper.

Sometimes,
in order for me to say i love you
i pick a fight and call you names
in my mind
until fear of losing you makes
me reach for you under the covers
late at nite.

Sometimes,
the human race make me so crazy that
i want to run away and hide
among the Aborigines in Australia
or the pygmies in Africa
until i come full circle
(the earth is round after all)
and find my way back home
to you