Dear numb feeling, 

I'm just sitting on the front porch,

hanging the legs off.

Trying to control where my head is,

but it's causing a head drop.

Not many understand the feeling of being lost,

but we understand that it comes at no cost. 

In life we have delays and our minds play tricks on us,

we try to recover unseen without mkaing a fuss.

Our bodies don't naturally ask for help,

most stand there biting back their yell.

It's tough thinking about what it's tough to take,

the decisions run through our mind for goodness sake.

We try to get a break but it never works,

keeps sprinting at us it's the Dark Horse.

We finally catch our breathe feeling numb,

the tingling tips but only some.

Then it all comes to a hault, when they get to the door,

slamming into the vault, gassing up to soar.

The doors stay locked like a chasity belt,

the virgin heart, never felt.

Sincerely,

      Sydney Bedford Tetrault