Coming Out

Inside my head

is  a house of horrors.

Once I walk out from

behind my eyeballs,

the whole world seems

“normal”–not at all

what I imagined in my

bell tower of isolation.

I can’t be out

beyond my eyeballs

for very long…as I

get tired and need to

retreat to my solitude

(& needless craziness).

I would like to go longer

on a single charge–and

eventually not have to

recharge much at all

compared to what time

I now take to re-center

all my molecules to a

more secure and

grounded space.

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