Sometimes...
For me,
It’s like a thick fog comes up from my gut
And smothers all my words.
I cannot say what I mean and I cannot express my emotion
All I know is there is a cloud of uncertainty, a mist of confusion
And a frustrated pain, working together to wrap their fingers around my throat and squeeze
Until all the air is gone.
And all I can do is stand there.
Salty.
I know I’m smart—I tell myself.
Given the opportunity I could wreck anyone down to their most basic demons.
But for the life of me, I cannot get out what I need to say when I need to say it.
You’re not as smart as you think you are – I tell myself.
Stand up for yourself—I tell myself.
Elwood P. Dowd told me I could quote him.
“For years I was smart…I recommend pleasant”. –It was advice from his Mama.
Sometimes, being pleasant is the hardest when you want to put someone in their place.
But, I guess…that is when it counts.
“How has your morning been?” I ask. -- “Fine.” That’s all she replies.
I feel that cloud come over me again. What did I do? What can I do?
Be Pleasant
Be Pleasant
Be Pleasant
“Oh, that’s good!” –It’s all I can come up with.
-TyLand
