Poems from the R.M. Dolin novel, “The Dangling Conversation”
Buoy In A Storm
I struggle to find equilibrium,
never knowing the right balance
between too much and not enough
I bounce between the two
like a buoy in a storm.
I feel the fault along
allowing myself to love too quickly
while holding back in fear
of where things might lead.
In case you haven’t noticed,
I don’t do well at
concealing how overwhelming this all gets,
its why I cry at sad movies,
or how certain songs
carry me to sacred places.
I’m too damn damaged to know
what the hell I’m doing
and yet, don’t know
what the hell to do about it.
From chapter 5 of the R.M. Dolin novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Isabelle’s building relationship with Henry is causing her to face the fact she’s far more damaged then she ever realized.
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