Sia Harms

Sia Harms Jan 28

I am not even good enough
For a panic attack
To seize me.
The anxiety holds
Every part of me, only to let
Go, figuring I am
Not worthy.

Sia Harms Jan 27

fading Red

Anger—it is not exclusive,
But it is also not contagious,
And we are not disciples of
The hot, bitter emotion.

Sia Harms Jan 27

unsteady hands

He said my touch was soft,

         Gentle, the hands of a babydoll.

But he didn’t know how much

         They shook. How come that

Didn’t leave a mark, didn’t

          Mar the skin with callauses?

They wrung themselves dry,

           Holding my head, pressed under

My legs--all to stop the constant

           Murmur of jangling keys that

Coursed through them.

#anxiety

Sia Harms Jan 27

regressive

They say our brains
Mature over the years.
But what if they only
Destroy themselves before
they can be fully formed?

Sia Harms Jan 26

I am Drying Paint.

I am drying paint.

I sit back and watch

Myself grow less glossy,

More dull and emotionless.

Sia Harms Jan 26

On a Clothesline

I hung myself out to dry,
Clipped tightly on the old,
Wind-swept clothesline.
Like a corral of ponies,
Hooves dragging as they
Marched around & around,
Mud gathering and growing
Deep from the rain that
Would never stop.

Sia Harms Jan 25

have you Overheard yet?

There is no one here
Besides me and You.

Why do I keep looking
Behind, as if searching
For prying eyes I secretly
Wish to be there?

I only want Your hands
Holding my heart.
I only want Your words
Carrying merit
In my life.

But my concentration
Has shattered, and I
Continue to search
For the affirmations
 of the world.