Tuesday, February 12, 2013

A Poem about Twitching

Here is a literary representation of my ailment:

A poem about twitching, breaks off
In the middle of what
I say because
My twitch does no
T choose the most
Convenient times to
Show itself
Can you
Umvent the twitch? Does it define me? Mold me?
Create in me a brokenness?
Or can I move past it? Who is in control? This infection robs me, but
I am the master of my Fate, the captain of my Ship, and I will have the last say in my life.