Life Support
The fights are multiplying
Basic life tasks
getting out of bed
and other luxuries
like therapy
are flowing down
like water in a drain
Thin fingers of exhaustion
rub my scalp, my temples
while I tell them
I don’t know if I can do this
and the notion shakes me
like a fever, burning up
my solar plexus
because if my nerve is lost
the rest will follow, russet leaves
snatched away on autumn’s breath
leaving skeletal remains
in a shallow grave of self abhorrence
Life Support by Amanda McLeod | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
Amanda McLeod is an avid lover of wild places (especially if there’s water), thinker, dreamer, questioner. She writes and creates in response to the things that take up space in her daydreams, and the things that keep her awake in the night. Her current musings include the natural world and our relationship to it, culture, mental health, feminism, and other things. You can find her on most socials @AmandaMWrites.
