Poet’s Corner: in modern

I’m scrolling through stories on social
because 
to engage with influencers 
will give me a chance

I’m scrolling and looking
and the thought of expressing myself

in 140 characters or less 
is simply overwhelming

I use my thumb to double click 
and as I like a post, I see 
my nails are bitten down
and stubby 

I rather be writing 

I look towards the window 
at the daisies I plucked from the garden last week
they are wilting 

one 
by
one, I step up from the chair

draw the curtains to help close-out 
the blue light

the only sound I hear as I 
sit back down with my phone is the 
steady beat of rain 
beating against my ledge

(I scroll and click 
I rub my eyes until they burn)

I light a candle

step into the bathtub
scrub my body hard with soap

I just want to write

the phone buzzes 
again and 
again

I dip my head under water 

in search for a quiet

corner inside of me

once I find it 

I think 

I am not lost

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