Crying,
Broken again.
Yet this time, I'm not,
I'm sick but I'm holding together.
Is there a centre after all?
BITTERNESS, SADNESS, ANGER, SHOULD HAVE, STUPID, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
WHEN WILL I LEARN THAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE BETTER?
Because I am better
Better?
But I'm SICK, UNDESERVING, GLUTTONOUS, COMPULSIVE,
Confused, Trying.
I'm trying, can you see?
Wait,
Can I see?
It seems IMPOSSIBLE, FAILURE
Wait
Grasp, grasp at the strands inside your aching belly,
Your gasping breath
The strands that are holding, holding tight and saying
HOPE
LOVE is calling.
Hey
Hey
And wrapping around me with no words at all..
There's nothing to say now,
No excuses, no blame, no explanations.
From this blessed quiet I will be born,
Crying.
