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“The Toppling Tap” (A Poem About Over-reacting)

I wrote the following poem on a day when some absurdly minor mishap propelled my mood into a downward spiral. My poem did what writing often does: it made me feel better. I want to share it.

I live in fear of the toppling tap
The nudge that sends me reeling
The paper clip that flattens me
The crushing force of feeling

I long to be free of a tyrant brain
That scalds me with emotion
For a slight, a sneeze, or a sidelong glance
Or some deluded notion

Someday I will go to a quiet place
Where I am free from feeling
A place where thoughts are safe as rain
And maybe just as healing

In that rare state
I will see
An unfiltered reality
Unclouded by my wants and fears
Unbent by my prismatic tears

A tap will only be a touch
And nudges will not hurt so much
Paper clips will bind reports
Where tyrant brains must go through courts

I will finally have my way
When reeling is done just for play
When crushing forces barely kiss
As I go toppling into bliss

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