non normal me
not waiting
emerging?
not quite
stepping past
feelings to
brain strange
new worlds.
tales told by
smiling
possessors
of notebooks
post-its in places
journals in hand
plans planned
ticked boxes.
success! yes!
they say.
Medusa's Way
My shield?
Yes, i've lost it.
ego exposed
fear self imposed.
found out again
impostor revealed
outer order
my pretense.
my post tits
long given
to others for
suckling
where are they now?
