Aura

A Poem

Photo by kevin laminto on Unsplash

there are days i can’t get up
out of this cage i’ve made for myself —
and the daylight sears through me,
another wound of another day —

and
i
ask
so
many
questions

but the answers always elude me,
fixating on a different plane,
until the headiness makes me feel like
i’m dying inside in slow measures

and the staccato thump of my heart
lends itself to more stapled pages,
bound and tied with red ribbon
for another lover who doesn’t know

how to see me

past the gleam and the glory,
the grime and the grit,
the gristle and the gamut

and every single day i run
my fingers through my hair —
nerve endings shot for another day
as eclipses wind through my mind

and drive me crazy