Nervous

by Laura Mackenzie
(London)

True! Nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I have been and I am!

But many people are nervous, such as I am, and you do not call them mad! Today, nervous people, around the world, are free to do as they wish. They are going about their lives, nervously no doubt; shopping for food, nervously; talking with friends, nervously; but they are not lying here, as I am, in a cold damp cell where the stench of injustice and of lies fill my nostrils and burn my throat.

Burn, like a fire. Like the fire that I started. The murderous fire that landed me here, here in this cold damp cell, where the stench of injustice and lies fills my nostrils and burns my throat... but now I am going in circles.

LJ Responds:

I am nervous, no doubt. Very nervous. But I have to go about my business nonetheless.

But most disaster we encounter is our own creation. We are captives of our own misdeeds.

A beautiful piece that clearly depicts the anxious care of everyday existence; and the imprisoning effects of remorse. Way to go, Laura!