aftermath
There is a part of me that's still waiting
for the world to return to normal; still waiting
for the earth to level out beneath my feet
and somehow be a stable surface once again.
Currently my world is somewhat topsy-turvy, still
upside down, still backwards; something is still
missing and for the life of me, I cannot figure out what.
It is as if I am suffering the amputation of a phantom
limb, where instead of experiencing sensation
in a limb that is no longer there, I am experiencing a lack
of sensation in a limb that was never missing
to begin with. This, of course, leaves me more
than a little unsteady on my own two feet and more
than a little uncertain in the confines of my own mind
For if I cannot trust myself, then what can I trust?
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