Savannah Childs, Senior, English Major from Shreveport, LA
Whenever I’m contemplative,
My body feels heavier,
As if I’m closer to the earth.
Yet my mind is far away,
Clouded and stuffed with cotton.
I can roll my emotions over my tongue,
But never quite taste them.
When I swallow I can never seem to remember their flavor.
Every time an emotion envelops me it’s new
Devastating and wretched, dreamy and wistful
My cotton candy head can’t seem to focus
My ideas are just out of reach
Like the emotions in my stomach
That make me retch when I should sleep.
The formlessness of a concept, and
The abstraction of a feeling
Is there cruelty in trying to touch their edges?
Is it a sin to wonder at the texture of emotion?
My soul is uncertain, so my hands remain clasped at my back.
Although sometimes I wonder if the unknown would touch me back.