That sinking feeling
by Daria Blackwell
I feel the knots in my core.
Twisting. Erupting. Gnawing.
My head throbs and my eyes bulge,
I am like a wild animal caught in a trap.
I hate being here. I want to run and hide.
I want the peace and solace of home.
I can’t deal with people all the time.
I must be on my own to recharge
And that can’t be just on a different boat.
Or on another note in time.
It has to be out of sight to be out of mind.
Being trapped causes my mind to spiral
Deep into abysses I can usually avoid.
I want to shed all responsibility and flee.
But I am enveloped by a sea of lost tranquility.
I want to cry. I want to slip overboard.
I want to cut the lines loose and drift out to sea.
Where if the sinking feeling is real,
I won’t have to deal with it anymore.
Written aboard Aleria on June 28, 2022, a day before my 68th birthday.
