POEM: Just Act Natural.

Act natural, what the hell is that...
When the atmosphere in the room
rushes into your lungs and steals your breath?
When hurt litters the ground
like a field of broken glass?
When the elephant in the room
is crushing your chest?
When words and gestures
crawl beneath your skin like ice?
Acting natural is like gathering wisps of ash
from the funeral pyre of how things used to be.