Uncomfortable

The oldest memories in the back of my mind

Scare me.

Do. NOT. Inconvenience. Mom.

Do not wake her from a dream,

To pee at night.

Even at age four,

While staying in a camper without a toilet.

Her anger is frightening.

So scary,

The “inconvenience ” feeling

Had tunneled deep into the makeup of “me.”

And followed for 32 years,

I hear echos of it in stranger’s voices

And shrink internally.

Proof I am in the making,

If I pick up the tools

Because the weight of those old bags is heavy.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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