Life

Life

A Poem by Akleja

When did it become important in my life to 
count all the white lines on the road,
wash my hands thirty-seven times
or to do other silly things
to keep the anxiety away?

Why is it easier for me
to watch my friends distance themselves
than to watch the uneven spacing
between the cups on the table
or the dots on the wall?

Why do I rather check
if the door is really locked 
seventeen times in a row
than to walk out of it
and be with my friends?

Why can I without hesitation sort
all the clothes in my wardrobe
after size and colour
when I can't sort out
my own life?

© 2013 Akleja


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Lots of good questions. I don't struggle with doing anything a certain number of times, but must repetitively do something until it "feels" right, and it makes me quite mad at times. I really loved your second stanza, the concern of the spacing of the cups over that of your friends; a brilliant observation and definitely something I find curious about my self sometimes.
A wording suggestion: "Why do I rather check" try "would" instead of "do" and see if it reads better (I also like "would" as "wood" of a door that "checks" as in cracks like sanity does when controlled by "silly" rituals). Again, you've done a wonderful job analyzing your need to take care to silly things and ignore the important ones. Keep writing!


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