“The Toppling Tap” (A Poem About Over-reacting)

I wrote the following poem on a day when some absurdly minor mishap propelled my mood into a downward spiral. My poem did what writing often does: it made me feel better. I want to share it.

I live in fear of the toppling tap

The nudge that sends me reeling

The paper clip that flattens me

The crushing force of feeling

I long to be free of a tyrant brain

That scalds me with emotion

For a slight, a sneeze, or a sidelong glance

Or some deluded notion

Someday I will go to a quiet place

Where I am free from feeling

A place where thoughts are safe as rain

And maybe just as healing

In that rare state

I will see

An unfiltered reality

Unclouded by my wants and fears

Unbent by my prismatic tears

A tap will only be a touch

And nudges will not hurt so much

Paper clips will bind reports

Where tyrant brains must go through courts

I will finally have my way

When reeling is done just for play

When crushing forces barely kiss

As I go toppling into bliss

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