C Is For…

C is for Crowded, Cranky, Claustrophobic and Confused

 

That’s how I feel today.

There are too many bodies here that have no place else to go.

I can’t turn them away. Can I?

When they moved in, Silence and Solitude move out.

I miss them so

Is there a sign hanging on the front door?

“Down on your luck? Need a place to lay your head?

Want to drop your kid off and keep on moving? Come on in!”

I’m cranky… because I can’t write when I’m crowded.

Where can I put these thoughts?

They want out and I’m unable to set them free.

Are these walls moving closer?

I’m confused.

I hear curse words.

Are they inside my head?

Lord

Please don’t let me turn into the cranky,

crazy, claustrophobic,

chick who’s always cussing somebody out!