Not Myself Today, Maybe Hemingway

A Neanderthal or Popeye

I grapple with the feeling that I can’t be myself, going through the phase when I had to project a varied version of myself to avoid being misunderstood. Now, I have many moments of uncertainty and physical challenges. In a desire for acceptance, in private moments, I find some of the masks I had thrown away return unbidden.

I’m Someone Else, Maybe Hemingway

I’m Neanderthaling quite a lot today. Hunched shoulders, bent knees, arms that sway, Neanderthals, where are they? Luckier races made their faces go away. They never went bald, never got old enough for their hair to go grey.

I’m Popeyeing it a lot today. Except for a pipe and the spinach that went away, I got too serious about spinach to play Like I couldn’t go without it for a day.

I’m thinking of laundry somewhat today. But maybe I’ll just pray. My dirty jeans just may Crawl outta the bag and march away.

I need a laugh today, or I may Not be okay And anchors aweigh, be a castaway And cast off for a holiday.

But writing on Medium helped me today. This thistle of the soul passed.

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