Pulse racing
Stomach clenched
I lay my head on the table
My forehead cools

I am not angry with you
I am angry with me
I make steps towards a physical exit
And am dragged backwards

By a physical act
Entered into unwittingly
If willingly
I keep my self chained to my body

In the act of ignorance
Progression, even slight
Is fumbled over
I have not learnt enough to move on

To stay still
To sit with the signs
And listen:
My honesty comes too late

In fearing your loss
I lost myself
And to find me again
You have to go.