August 7, 2006
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gaslit.
did I make it up in my head?
this reality I held?
I think: what the…
what the…?
–these things that make me doubt myself
–these things that make me lose my faith
–these things that make me lose
am I becoming harder than I once was?
will I start asking for proof?
“let’s get together sometime…”
“WHEN?” I’ll say.
how far does doubt go?
when I put one foot in front of the other
will I end up where I think I’m going?
what if I take a step and float right up to the moon?
what if gravity stops working today… what then?
do I start carrying weights in my pockets just in case?
if the sun doesn’t come up tomorrow
I’m sleeping in.
Comments (7)
so, are you sleeping in or not? the sun is up here, unfortunately.
ryc: we went to a “birthing from within” workshop last weekend. missy has the book, too. and we’ve visited anna mae gaskin’s website. (“the farm,” where she became a midwife, is located a few miles from where i grew up, so she’s almost a household name in this area.)
birthing within leaves me speechless. He threw my mojo out of whack.
I can relate…
Hope things are okay…
-M
Hope your angst goes away quickly. Being gaslit is something I hate more than just about anything. Awful.
Sorry about if there’s any yash angst, I hope it’s not adding to your sadness.
Hello, dearest crazy slut girl, remember me? Been what, two years?
Ummmm, sleeping in. What a lovely idea. I wonder what it means?
maaaan, let me tell you, I could teach a class on that.