2003 Journal, Undated (ages 13-15)
Immobility
Still strikes
When you least expect
It rides on a backhand
A chokehold to the neck
It trails on the command
Of "shut your mouth!"
It reveals itself
When your runaway plans are found.
It always comes
When you're told not to cry
It is the ancestor
To an angry sigh
But still never comes
When you try to hold your pain within
Still never comes
When you try to cover some minor sin
Still always waits
For the sounds of trouble
Because still is the toothpick
Before it hits the bubble.
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