AMY OBENSKI

Something’s in the way

of me see­ing Clearly Today

and that fog that sur­rounds my brain

is get­ting thicker now

thicker every day

Tell me, tell me nothing’s wrong

tell me I am here now

so this is what’s going on

grow­ing, grow­ing in the light

com­ing into focus, fig­ures

col­ors burn­ing bright

Shel­tered by an umbrella, I’m dry

but then I wan­der out into the rain

I’m cold, I’m wet, but I’m alive

and water runs into my face

into my ears, into my eyes

and I am cry­ing but I am alive

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