A. Wilder Westgate on 100 Poems

[A. Wilder Westgate]

I'm having a hard day - a hard month, really. I needed this.

For dear life

.

I want to run away.

I want to push everyone away,

all of the questions

and all of the demands

and all of the needing me --

Me can't come to the phone right now.

Me is hiding beneath piles of dread and worry.

Me is in no hurry to re-emerge until the world

is much less weary --

I am clearly not cut out for this.

I am clearly failing, flailing my fists and

fishing for some semblance of control and

wishing that some part of me

knew how to let things go;

but I don't. Fuck if I know

how to do anything but hold on,

but I'll continue doing so --

[Lisa Jensen]

“Me can't come to the phone right now.

Me is hiding beneath piles of dread and worry.” In my heart, I’m sending you a pile of cozy blankets in the hopes that maybe you can spend a few moments hiding there instead! A, I love the playfulness of the “me” paired with the so real and so relatable anguish and anxiety threaded through the poem. 💔❤️

[A. Wilder Westgate]

Thank you 🧡

[Rebekah Jensen]

Ohhhh wow, big chills over here, A. This is so beautiful and painful and relatable.

[Keith Aron]

I feel this, A. The flailing and fishing for some semblance of control...and the surrendering to not knowing and just holding on. Just holding on is enough.

[Larry Brickner-Wood]

This is so wonderful, A., powerful and strong! You are skilled at holding on, and your lovely poem reflects how many of us may feel in these days. Blessings to you, friend!

[A. Wilder Westgate]

Thank you, Larry 🧡 Your words are always so encouraging.