I stress,
I lurch,
I yell,
and finally I’m silent.
This moment has taken advantage of me and
I have lost touch with my own voice.
A voice which preaches empathy,
understanding,
a gentle touch.
This is my aspiration, yet
I am new to this world
and that vulnerability sweeps
me away.
Desperate to appear professional,
in control,
competent,
I embody those traits I despise.
It is only when I slow down
and begin to release the control I have been
grasping so tightly
that I return to myself.
A calm talk,
a release of energy,
a mountain of stress surmounted.
I feel much better.
Relatable for so many of us. The author moves us through emotional states of being. The mono-stitches are effective. If you decide to submit this to the anthology, perhaps consider removing the and/yet/that so they are declarative like the final one. Finally, I am silent. This is my aspiration. I return to myself. I feel much better.
Thanks for sharing your poem.