A poem on discomfort.
I feel unsettled.
Much of me feels unsettled.
I feel unsettlement in my chest.
What is unsettlement but worry + desire?
But the fear that the thing I want may not occur?
But feeling uncomfortable until the uncomfortable becomes
normal, where it’s not even resolved but the sensation has just lived
there for so long that you get used to it and accept it and forget it exists and
maybe if you had done something a while back to remove it you’d feel okay now but
but
you didn’t.
And you don’t.
So you.
Here.
Pushing forward.
Taking melatonin to help sleep.
Hoping tomorrow you’ll awake without
the pain your chest
and worrying that if you don’t
you’ll be too chicken then
as you were now
to fix it.
Julian Wise 