perhaps i dream of being numb,
hope to have my eyes glassed over,
and all i want is to run,
and so i do -
and i become hollow and glassy-eyed...
i even convince myself of satisfaction, contentment,
but i know frailty
and i've been broken.
i try to piece these fragments together
and am consumed by how inadequate i am,
so i drown
and then i can smile.
(this too shall pass)
by Amy Hocker