NaPoWriMo, Day Thirteen, Poem Thirteen

 

 

Flux

 

Takes hours

to adjust

turning back

into someone

who others

care about.

First steps

not unseen

are always

backward.

It's almost

insulting,

in sight after

all this time,

those invisible 

bloody steps

lost to all 

other drama.

Pray for an

opaque cocoon

before concern

turns stomach.