Deep End
Deep End by debgrant
I am of a type.
Thinker.
DIY.
Rather do it myself.
Stand on my own two feet.
I need no one.
No one needs me.
That one doesn’t feel right
Neither does the one before.
I need to think about it.
I don’t understand quickly or enough.
Feelings are hard to blueprint, to map
or dissect.
The fridge isn’t working.
I go to the limit of my stubborn independence
and then I give up.
Calling for help always feels like giving up.
I walked a line from the “pick me up” of childhood
to “I can do it myself” to
“I need help.”
Independence is an illusion.
A summit where we take a selfie
and return to earth.
My thinking is always too linear, too binary.
My feelings are more like floating
in the deep end
with a friend.
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