Concealed

I step out

of my head

and trip over

an intrusive thought

that must have

followed me,

but when I get up

and look behind me,

I find out that I was

the only one

who had fallen

flat on her face;

I am the only one

who falls

all the time,

no haunted idea

gets far enough out

to make an utter

fool of itself,

and maybe that is

exactly how it is

supposed to go—

life should mean more

than what I hide

in my head…

I should mean more

than my crippling

absurdity.

©Aaysid

“Live to the point of tears.”
Albert Camus

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  1. I love this poem, Aaysid. It’s just wonderful, and I can relate to it so much, especially the lines that read – “I step out – of my head – and trip over – an intrusive thought – that must have – followed me …” I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve had this feeling, too. Xx 💖

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    1. Thank you so much, Ellie. I am so glad that you liked it.😊🌸 Even though it isn’t a great feeling, one can draw comfort from the fact that we aren’t the only ones experiencing it.🙂

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