Stuck
Shawn Swanson
When I sit still,
my mind is buzzing
flying blindly
making attempts to follow my self-written route
but instead
slamming into cement walls
over and over
at lightspeed.
When I sit still,
My stomach grinds into a tight knot
as I imagine
all the worst possibilities
or, sometimes,
my face lights up and stretches
into a grand smile
as I think of all the perfect outcomes
instead.
When I sit still,
rush hour traffic begins to pile up
and I'm late to work
but the cars won't move
and I remain motionless where I am
until other cars move for me,
but I am still frustrated
because I couldn't make them.
When I sit still,
I remember floods of emotion,
droughts, too.
The happy stuff,
the not-as-much,
and even the not-at-all,
but I still remember
as my mind keeps flowing,
at least, until,
I begin to hit walls again.