Daily Grind

Part of my daily struggle.

I know

My body exists

But everything seems

To be out of sync.

As if

I'm two or three steps

Behind everyone

In my actions.

Not knowing

How this has occurred.

Except

It's my reality

And I dislike it.

As my body moves

Through a sea

Of invisible molasses

No one else sees.

Trapping me

Like a fly

Inside a bubble of amber

For all to admire.

But I'm no bauble

To wear around your body

Showing off

Your prized possession.

Just a woman

Who is struggling

With her mental health

Trying to do good

To herself.