The Rest of Me
To the friends I made during a manic phase.
I wish I could be the person you met.
I wish I could be that person everyday.
hope joy and understanding were not only in my hands
but responsive to my fingertips
shaped into being by mere thought
worry seemed altogether unnecessary
the path was clear and I was running down it
now, there is much to worry about
where am I and what’s my place here?
did I remember to do the….
hiding from a biting wave of procrastinated projects,
growling at me
mocking me by name
this is the rest of me
left to wander in the haze
I wrap myself in a blanket
tucking to make it tighter
so it will hug me
that I might feel less alone