Noise by Anastasia SelbyLately life has been
clambering
all around me.
My mind is less loud.
I structure sentences and dream of stories
where I am the main character,
I write nonfiction as fiction and pretend
everything is all right.
There is so much noise
it feels like a mass
individual noises combining
and hurling towards me.
This is the pressure
I press upon
myself.
What can or will I be.
Who am I now
that all of the things
I defined myself by
are gone.
So many questions that aren't questions
but answers.
Who am I now,
what will I be
now that all of the things
I defined myself by
are gone.
02/08/2011 Posted on 02/09/2011 Copyright © 2025 Anastasia Selby
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