Poetry: Interrogate My Reception1 min read

interroception

Suspended
animation.
I feel a feeling,
unknown; I lurch
towards fear.
That’s known.
Is it hunger?
anger??
Maybe urgent needs???
It pleads to be let out,
but I forget
to notice
where your sadness
ends and mine
begins.
I feel your pain—
not in sympathy,
but in symphony.
Surround sound,
volume maxed,
tympani heart beats
thundering through
my core
aches from too
much of you.
I scratch,
and claw,
and scream to
dream my way
into another plane
where no pain
remains…

AspienBlue

Blue is a thinker of too many thoughts and a doer of too many things. She is a scientist by training, a science educator by vocation, and a writer quite by accident after stumbling into her autism diagnosis on the brink of 40. She is a mother of two vivacious girls, a grumpy cat, and a backyard full of chickens, bees, echidnas, and the occasional kangaroo. She sometimes forgets whether she’s supposed to be writing in American or Australian English, but she’s almost always writing about mental health, autism, or creating the books she wishes she had when she was younger. Connect on Twitter: @AspienBlue

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1 Comment

  1. The imagery in my head was both frightening and exhilarated.  This is a very potent piece.  Very well done.  Thank you for sharing this.

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