Photo Credit: Joanna Kurowsk

By Zakeia Tyson-Cross

Sometimes you can’t bask in comfort
Or
Perhaps you can bask in comfort
But more importantly
It’s wiser to know the differences in the two
How a moment can sooth
And later become a hindrance
You talk through your reasons
While making excuses for your failures
Objectifying your brick thoughts on others
With an ongoing urge to ask, repeat and answer your own questions
And still can’t move forward
With life, promises made and forgotten
Shield lenses to your inevitable
Taken away as bunched up chaos
Still water is just that
You can’t move mountains
And touch the stars – if your limbs are in bondage
Or strike through your desired reach with apprehension
You sit there
Fingers twisted around chalk
Shoulders tight from your contribution to it
Alienated from your own speech and movement
Socially capable of poking fun at your shame
I digress
It’s the idea of who and what you became to be
Those clownish smiles and fake friendly pats
Don’t make you apart
Just a hidden reminder that you will never be