motion

I have learnt the art

of blending within the sheets of

my slightly slanted bed

and not waking up without

ever sleeping

slanted because i like sleeping against the

left wall for fear of falling.

i have captured the ability to minimize

abilities and i have not written a personal

poem in weeks

i have not written in weeks.

i shut down because it is safer

crushing myself lower to a point

familiar

than trying to climbclimb

climb and never make it

i get sick of my words

because they tell me the same stories

in different verses

in a different rhyme

but they still make me close my eyes

and see things i despise.

I have found a way to

pull myself away from this

closure

but it would take away my honesty

and disguise me with fake smiles

and unrealistic

hope.