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Sick Day

July 28, 2014
By ktcat SILVER, Great Neck, New York
ktcat SILVER, Great Neck, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Not all those who wander are lost." ~J.R.R Tolkien


I write when I am terrified,
when I cannot pretend
that I am her, your merry,
hungry,
straight-arrowed friend
who laughs into your face and
ruffles your hair
when you are sad

When I am sad,
I shiver in my sweater
When I get bad,
I stay still, chilled with the cold
And if you look into my eyes
you will see me running
with the wind
away from this place

The truth is,
I am not good at life.
I’m not;
especially when I am sad
But I try to master my trade—life—every
slate gray, raging day
every fiercely joyful star-strung day every
day
because by God,
I want to show you that you can do it
too

I write when I am sick
It’s a defensive tactic that I use
because that’s when I’m at my worst
I stop slapping ice packs on all my sidewalk-scratches
bad-day-bruises, and tears
I say,
“Well, well, well.
Aren’t we feeling feverish, dear?
Ah-ah-ah. A cough drop isn’t going to fix this.”
And the pain starts to melt away
the cold that kept my spirit from thawing

And when I get warm,
I get hot
Steam sears away the forever winter
that I use to keep my cool
I write when I am a fool
and finally forgive myself for it
So I start to say all these appalling, wild things
that I usually just keep in my head
(And I even have the balls believe them)
I gather up all of my worry and embarrassed silences
and spin them into thread so fine
that one could turn them into cloth
the kind that dreams and wonder are made of

I sit down, cross-legged, in the middle of a pathway
that I once saw for real, twinkling,
up there in the night sky
and I face myself
At first, I point accusingly at her, at me,
as if to say,
“This is all your fault, isn’t it?”
But she—I—just laughs into my face,
ruffles my hair
and my accusing finger starts to tremble

When you see me looking still and strong,
I am a stressball, a wannabe, a forgetter
a sigher, a liar to myself and to others
I am ashamed.
But when I look like this
tousled hair, watery eyes, ragged throat
broken heart
I am a writer
and during that otherworldly When,
I am all the things that I was born to be

I’m the best version of me while at my worst
and at that point,
I’m too leaky and infectious to show you
So I run away
from this… curiously anxious girl
who just happens to be your friend
and jot down all the messy evidence
so that when I stop hacking and moaning,
drooling all over my pillow
and barking like a dog in my delirium
I can step out into the light
a little bit more me
than I was yesterday

So—
I’ll kick off the introductions
Hi.
This is me, and I ah-ah…
(It’ll pass, it’ll pass)
I’m just so glad to be here with… chooo!
and
I would love to be your friend


The author's comments:
I am a firm believer that I… am really bad at being me. Usually, when I am not ignoring myself, I am despairing over myself, like: Why can’t you be incredible at MATH? Or, I don’t know, being funny? Is it really that hard to be someone you aren’t? Sometimes, it takes a ridiculous situation for me to meet myself again and realize that I should stop being a worrywart; I already know “me.” I can do “me.” It all starts with writing…

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ktcat SILVER said...
on Aug. 5 2014 at 10:07 am
ktcat SILVER, Great Neck, New York
8 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Not all those who wander are lost." ~J.R.R Tolkien

Yep, I think we're luckier as writers... at least we can write stories about being math superstars. In an alternate universe. Thanks for the comment, Midnight5765, I really appreciated it! It was more about me turning to writing to remember who I am, rather than being someone else. I assure you that I am quite happy being me most of the time. This poem is a portrayal of one of those stray times where I'm much less sure... and it celebrates the unknowing. For as our friend Shakespeare also wrote, "We know what we are, but not what we may be."

midnightwoah said...
on Aug. 4 2014 at 10:45 pm
midnightwoah, Monett, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"We accept the love we think we deserve." -Stephen Chbosky

I want to start by relating to your authors note about being bad in math, you are not the only one! I think we are better as writers instead! I got the impression through the free verse that when you felt pessimistic about yourself, the only way to get better is by being someone your not. Let me assure you, you are unique in all ways invisible- even your tongue is like no other! But always keep this message to heart by the legendary Shakespeare, "To thine own self be true"!

ktcat SILVER said...
on Aug. 4 2014 at 8:09 pm
ktcat SILVER, Great Neck, New York
8 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Not all those who wander are lost." ~J.R.R Tolkien

Thanks so much, moderndayEmilyDickinson (love the username btdubs)! It's actually a spoken word poem, but I'm glad you enjoyed it and gained so much just from reading it. It's definitely first and foremost a monologue for myself... but it's cool to hear that it spoke to someone else. :) 

on Aug. 4 2014 at 12:34 pm
EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND, Athens, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
To love is to be vulnerable; Triumph is born out of struggle; We notice shadows most when they stand alone in the midst of overwhelming light.

This is such a wonderful poem. I love the idea that you used yourself in your poem. Your poem is powerful and full of emtion, but not only that, it is also full of you. You have talent. Your poem is wonderful, just like you are. Thank you for sharing this.