The Tumbler - A Poem
The Tumbler - A Poem
Kenna M. Lindsay
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Since I tumbled,
down the stairs
my inside have been on lock.
A twisted steel nail puzzle within me,
trapped in my tangled pandoras box.
So if I seem irate,
distracted,
or like I haven't got a clue.
Take a moment to ask yourself
if its you,
or the puzzle inside me
poking at my ribs.
Since I tumbled,
down the stairs
I don't tumble anymore.
I lost myself,
my love,
and my home.
Not that I am keeping score.
I look for silver linings,
while lying on the floor.
Someday I will get back up,
and maybe fly again.
But everything feels different now
including where I have been.
So if I seem irate,
distracted,
or like I haven't got a clue.
Take a moment to ask myself,
if it's them or me?
Or the grief of lost community?
that has me despondent and sore.
Since I tumbled,
down the stairs
I look for silver linings,
while lying on the floor.
The games the same but now there is pain,
In life,
and love,
and more.