Nicole Johnson

When I rise, we rise.
When I fall, we fall like dominos.
A single tear slips past the gates,
displayed a ripple in our neatly woven establishment.
We were once happy, weren’t we?
I’ve given myself whip lash with this shove and take.
A line has formed in the center of our universe.
One side of greener pastures and the other of the muddled desert.
Where shall we stand?
I’ve straddled the center of our world with a quick hop and a skip.
We can’t keep doing this, don’t make me choose.
I am neither happy, nor am I sad.
My brain can’t decipher which is better.
Is this what change does to us?
We lose something and it scrambles to feel the void?
Looking into the mirror and I see the scrambled tv.