poem: bella maxwell

Sonnet for the Uncomfortable

More than for a lover, here’s my want –
To live a day perhaps a week at ease
Within the confines of this body nonchalant
All walks, all moves, all talk a total breeze
Instead my awkward form can barely run
Shuffles, topples, cripples, kicks and curses
Tiredness overtakes me and I’m done
Like wading against Spring tide as it reverses

I’d like to feel that natural control
That strength and grace, such godlike qualities
I’ve read about in myths though never felt
But muscles stay too twisted to unroll
My brain to body infidelities

Dyspraxia is the Greek that I’ve been dealt

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about the writer: bella maxwell

Bella is a middle school teacher investigating poetry as a way to move, and walking as a way to think. Istanbul is her current home - though she has had many.