Craving connection
this stomach feels empty,
or ready?
to take on something new.
Letting go of intellectual
usual expectations,
a reverberating repetition,
doomscrolling,
screen peaking,
when people are right in front of me.
Maybe. Maybe if I can connect
I’ll stop feeling like I’m wrong,
or falling apart.
Do I need someone else
to put the stopper back in the tub
that I unplugged?
Maybe,
just maybe,
it’s about my aim not my pain.
Maybe.
yes maybe,
I’m ready to lead
in the rain.