Bell's Poetry Archive

Feeling like an unregulated Chihuahua

I'm just sitting here, trying to do my work

Outwardly I think I seem fine

Perhaps the occasional furrowed brow

Or constipated facial expressions

But on the inside

This little Chihuahua is raging

Yapping, jumping, kicking

In the place between my heart and my lungs

Dancing over the hedge

Your words dripped with honey

A Sphinx's tongue

Watching you from a distance

Nipping your ankles

A thought at the back of your mind but not fully aware

Once it latches on is where it gets more difficult

It starts at your feet,

Your steps feel a bit heavier

Forcing you to slow down

You think, maybe I just need a break

Live a bit slower for a while

But then a while becomes the new normal

You haven't done much in a week

Or longer

Once it has you trapped

It crawls its way up to your stomach

And nestles itself within your apitite

You don't feel as hungry

And even if you do, you don't have the energy

Then, eventually it will reach your heart

This is when you really start to notice it

For the heart and mind are connected

It turns them against each other

Causing turbulence and disruption

A heavy cloud lingers in the mind

And a cold hand clenches the heart

Its paralyzing

And you don't know what to do

All you want is to lay down

While each day passes

Missed opportunities

Doors closing

It's dark, and it's lonely

But what can you do