The Pessimistic Houdini
The poetry of being misunderstood
Pictures in my ears and noises in my eyes. I am cross wired.
The keeper of other people's secrets except my own. I cannot lie.
Solitude in a room full of mannequins. Leave me alone... please come back.
I see the world through my eyes.
A wardrobe full of masks, one for every occasion. A mismatch of clothes none for any occasion.
I have no power over what I feel. You have all the power.
I dress how I want to dress.
The race of existence. The luxury of choosing to be the hare.
I am the tortoise. Going round in circles, yet so still. Stuck in the frustrating physics of nowhere-ness.
Taking something away from me, stealing a little of my personality. Eventually getting to the finish line with no medal for a prize.
I take things at my own pace.
Sitting behind a closed door that takes me to myself, safe and alone. I’ve taken the pessimists route to being Houdini.
Dotty Fairweather June 2026
About the Creator
Dotty Fairweather
As an intuitive pantser, I let the words arrive unannounced and embrace the journey they take me on. I follow their lead — and suddenly, honestly and without warning, I am here, embracing genre freedom until I find my thing.
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