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.