NaPoWriMo Day 14 Poem 11 A Planet That Hurts

What colour flows through my heart

     like radiation?

                           How am I to see myself

in my own river when there is something wrong

with the water

                          in my eyes?

    I am looking for a kind of thinking that will give my face better posture -

I am telling myself

all this rain is made of rubber

I can bounce it

If I don’t stop dancing,

        this is how I move to my mantra before walking

into night

               as a warm body with hard feet -

 I tell myself -

     I got a good heart and it is looking after me -

but it’s not true enough -

there is something wrong with my heart -

it is inventing too much gravity.