Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Outside the Brackets

Normally I’m as verbose as a
German newspaper that dares
not use an infinitive more than
once in the same paragraph.

But I must repeat. I’m still
between heaven and hell.
Same stuff different week,
only worse. And I can’t speak.

This thought unnerved me so:
“I don’t know who I am so I don’t
know who I want to be.”

The mirror of my mind said it
again: “I don’t know who I want
to be so I don’t know who I am.”

[A week has passed. No change.
Another ten minutes have past.
No change.]

Life for some of us is like a
null between two brackets; a
never ending walk on a taut
thin tightrope.

Which is more intense, the pain
or the numbness? [I forgot to
mention the chasm of hot coals
below the tightrope.]

A deafening sound, a snap if you
will, has occurred. I’m in a free
fall. The brackets are out of
bounds, out of touch.

They appear as circles on a
paper. I’m reminded of the hot
coals; suddenly aware that they
have always been there.

I live the drill. Wake up. Walk the
tightrope from bracket to bracket.
Don’t feel the burn. Try to sleep.
Wake up. Repeat for sixty years.

It has been a long night. I’ve
never seen the light of day; only
imagined it.

There is hope. Dawn will break
somewhere outside the brackets.

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