A Fading Shrew

When the inner voice

is a shrew,

and the feeling of

unrepentant malaise

encourages circling…

 

When walking is

a cacophony of body parts

in deep protest

against a mind so

befuddled, making life

more difficult and more vibrant

and making mistakes

with every step…

 

When burdens become

heavy like the alone,

there’s nothing left

and it’s frighteningly

simple to fade.