DisconnectionsÂ
Misplaced socks knocked under the bed.
Misplaced thoughts unsettled
in my head.
Maybe I should be more appreciative of the progress.
But, I can’t help the way the pain projects
itself.
Whenever I see a picture.
Whenever I hear a name.
Even as things change, this feeling remains the same.
Perhaps the damage has been ingrained.
I try to go against the pain, but
like cooked rice
my heart becomes inflamed.
Like cooked rice, I feel like
my presence has been boiled by your rejection
and
left in the sink to drain.
2/25/2020
I was looking through some of my old writing, and found a journal entry that I had to morph into a poem. I was really excited by the grain/cooking imagery and wordplay that I was using.
How do you know when a casual thought, or casual piece of writing should be turned into a poem?
How do you cope with feeling disconnected from, or being rejected by people?
I like to focus more of my time and energy on people that love & accept me unconditionally.There are some people in my life that choose not avoid completely, but I can limit the amount of time that I spend with them.