I’m Fine, I Really Am

Typewriter poem #4

My loneliness is a single teardrop

Not a torrential downpour in a hurricane

My pain level has gone from Mr. Yuck to sad face

I’m learning how to walk with one leg

To tie my shoes with one arm

To breathe without lungs

To feel without a heart

I’m learning to love myself

With my hand since there’s no woman there

In my bed, my couch, my life

I’m learning to be a dad without a wife

I only think of suicide 75% of the time now

I’m learning to go on with no future

To go through the motions when I’m paralyzed

To live when hope is gone