They Don’t All Sparkle

Diamond plate lines the walls.
It’s less fabulous than it sounds,
keeps the heat out in the winter
and in during the summer.

Sometimes when I’m alone,
Which isn’t often,
I run my fingers over it
As hard as I can.

Letting the rough edges
grind against my skin,
trying to spark memories
to fall into.

Good, bad.
Whatever place
my mind can go
to not feel like I’m in a box.

 

As I’ve mentioned before, I work in an elevator.  There’s a security guard that I work with and every time he sees me tells me about how he doesn’t know how I do it because it’s as bad as being in solitary.  Which I can see to some extent, minus the constant passengers.

This grew from the fact I’m in my head a lot at work.  I mean I tend to do that a lot in general but at work its almost forced upon me.  There’s no real distraction from what I’m doing.  I tend to have to force myself to focus on something positive to keep myself from slipping into misery.