Evolving Emotions: Never Quite Right

A strange place

The table isn’t quite situated

On the once whole tiling

Proper is the word


The smell that once greeted me

Feels out of place

Inside my lungs, it is a stranger


What has become of

The inhabitants

Which I thought I knew?


Nothing could’ve prepared

My mind, my body

For this upheaval 






In the now fractured life

I stubbornly live

My arms crave a rope

My feet, solid ground 

Unsatisfied is the word


This bizarre, unsatisfying abode

Which I once called home

Is now alien

With a peculiar look

And paint laced with difference 


Will things return

To the gaps in my head?


Will I find peace

And solace in the disruption?


Nothing will take its original form

The form has shifted

The feeling has shifted 


My perception has crossed

Into a foreign land


Unbeknownst to me

This is only the beginning 



Erin Knape is a University of Michigan senior majoring in psychology and minoring in creative writing. Her greatest passion has always been the arts, whether that be writing, painting, or photography. Capturing Campus, a weekly installment of poetry and photography, aims to capture campus life through artistic expression. Dive into Capturing Campus every Sunday!

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