From a place half empty | Jelisa Gonzalez
You don’t know whether
these moments of mania
carry more than what
they’re worth.
You don’t understand
whether you’re unearthing certain truths
or fabricating lies
to make the feelings
feel better.
You feel as though
The words come in a jumble
stumbling to the doorsteps of
your psyche,
waiting to be evaluated
one by one in their respective glory.
The more unveiled
the more the inclination to run away
becomes prominent,
as confronting the jumble at your doorstep
turns into a chore
rather than a calamity
Yet as you freeze and the calamities
Pile up at the “welcome” mat
you are plagued with a choice:
Find another way
Repeat the cycle