"fear"

The sky is white

and the sky is blue

but my eyes are black

and my eyes are salt;

these options and voices

in my mind scream loudly

until I don’t know

what I want

or where to go-

I feel

unstable

as if I am about to fall

off the table

that is the surface of the world

and someday I hope

I can feel better than this,

someday I hope

I can sit in the sun

and lie on the grass

and not worry,

and not fear.