anxiety goes tick-tick-tick
in the monochrome metronome of clockwork clicking
yet the key keeps turning, turning, turning,
'till creaking cogs are fit to crack
and gears wound up and ready to
snap
but nevermind that, little thing--
you've still got a dance to see through.
i wonder if this is the best version
of myself. what could have been
and what never will be. the things
meant to be and the things that
are. was it worth it?
i ask the girl in the mirror.
every now and then, i am lying in bed
and want to wake up so badly i could
scream for it. surely this is not all there is.
surely this is only a dream, a bad dream,
and the world is kinder beyond it.
someday it'll be too
late. someday you'll wish
you had hugged them tighter.
you thought you would see them
again. you thought
endings didn't happen this way,
no warning, no reason, just
Comments
The sound patterns in this piece are so cool! The alliteration of "monochrome metronome," "clockwork clicking" and "creaking cogs" mimics the initial "tick-tick-tick" sound of the metronome/clock. I like how the title sets the stage for the poem and the idea of this ballerina that's trapped in a music box moving to the same song over and over again, even though she's anxious. Thank you for sharing!
This is painfully honest, I love how you've described anxiety. If you need an ally in these tough times, I'm here for you.
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