A pile of spaghetti.

I want to be patient
able to calm my mind
listen
not react
a supportive body
not a pile of spaghetti
to slip upon
when walking through the kitchen
you’re holding a knife in your hand
gashing bits of skin as you slip
I don’t want to be torment
I want to be a happy feeling
not the coldest
part of a room
goosebumps the moment I enter
I don’t want to be the cause of shivers
I want to be supportive
in which I must
learn to calm
and mellow through
what I let be stress
words that are only words
debt that compiles
and turns into others wealth
it is
and rather than
be the misery
I’ll just let it shed
dusting it within a pile
and sealing it within a bag
to leave for the trucks
because this is humanity
and I am human.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina