I think I’m failing,
floundering around
in this farce
of a situation
that’s turned life
into a dystopian nightmare.

I think I’m failing,
my once favourite
fiction, designed to
frighten and capture
imagination, is too
real to me, now.

I think I’m failing,
I’m frantic and fearful
of being utterly incapable
of being everything
they expect me
to be.

I think I’m failing,
as I don’t understand
how best to separate
myself, so they
can all have the pieces
they need.

I know I’m failing,
in this impossible attempt
to be everything
at once, when simply
one is enough,
for now.

~The H Word~

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day1

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