I Misunderstood Frost

Troublesome days

How some things linger

like the strain it takes to lift yourself.

Comfort seems relative

but knowing I have come home to die

makes walking through the woods more bearable.

My slow reflexes only keep the trouble.

I paused and yet went further in the brush.

As my insecurities hold me, I stand

behind a tree: tall and strong–

the antithesis of man; the potential of child.

My mind processes carry me off

as I stand behind, in line with mess.

I measure my health skin deep, but

the world is sickening and thickening

I can hardly breathe.

David González Valles