Wearing a Burqa


Aching bones all day

albeit too young for arthritis.

The ink is all dried

up even though this contraption

is new. I should return shortly.

Precise. Much better, but not perfect,

fresh ink, yet the guidance is still the same.

These hands look far older.

Each morning I wake up

as bewildered as the one before.

Hello stranger.

I feel the same way

about myself. All is static.

That is, until the day that change has stealthily crept,

and all of a sudden she is standing

in front of you, staring you in the face.

These imaginary shades are constricting my view

as if I was wearing a burqa.

 

Constant death

not all around,

but internally

it pervades my being,

dominates my thoughts constantly.

Every moment I am in shock.

Surprised at my ability to breathe.

When I was very young,

I faintly remember an unbridled panic

at realizing the automatic act.

I would have to deliberately continue breathing,

until I would forget again, or If I was especially self aware,

I would eventually start to gasp for air.

 

How uncanny

the perpetual dichotomies of life:

angst and acceptance.

Not one person has a total lack of fear for falling by the wayside.

Although expectancy ingrains a kind of desire for death.

My heart was pounding

physical phenomenon in place of a forced out emotion.

My teeth are falling out,

perhaps from unconscious nighttime grinding.

It is late now. A different kind of perception.

I’m glad I can indulge in certain things. Things that have too often been taken for granted.

This type of ache feels like internally loosened blood dripping down.

And now I will try for the temporary blackness, if only it will come easy.

About Sean William Lynch
Sean William Lynch is a poet from New Jersey who was born in 1992. Lynch's first book of poems "the city of your mind" was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. Frank Sherlock, the poet laureate of Philadelphia, called Lynch's debut poetry book "visionary." CA Conrad claimed that the book was "marvelous!" S.W. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including Milkfist, Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

9 Responses to Wearing a Burqa

  1. I adore this. The words are honest and desperate, searching for light to cling to.

  2. Dizzy says:

    Hello stranger… I also exist in this state of shock and bewilderment at my continued existence. I mean, how?

    Crazy-good. But, you always have set the bar high. You just boil it down, concentrate it and sum it all up.

    Hope you have an awesome week! 💋

  3. I have been here, and I perhaps a bit more dire than this. But I didnt find the light. Instead I grabbed hold of the many ropes of hopes, called, freinds, family, wisdom, faith, and at times sheer boredome of being in this phase and not doing anything about it. That time has passed, I thrived. Now I write about such things.

    Thanks for sharing.

    • You say you didn’t find the light, and then go on to say that instead you “grabbed hold of the many ropes of hopes, called, freinds, family, wisdom, faith, and at times sheer boredome”. So then what would you call “the light” if not any of the previously mentioned things? That statement baffles me.

Share Your Thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: