Reset.
Restart.
Redo.
    Undo.

My brain.
My heart.
My thoughts.
    All skewed.

Your comments,
remarks,
sneers,
    disdain.

What I said,
What I think,
How I think,
How I say.

What I know,
What I don't,
How I don't know
    What I know.

What I love,
What I hate,
How I love
    What I hate.

What I did,
What I didn't,
    How I regret it either way.

Free me,
Clean me,
Sanctify me,
    
    Reset me.    

 

Thank you, Parents,
For softening my fall
When you were too late to catch me,

You didn't watch
Nor mourn as if I already died,
Thank you.

I fell; let go,
I was holding on before,
    not now.

Thank you for reaching out your hands,
Giving me something to grab hold of,
    to hold on to while I was deciding,
         not sure whether I wanted to survive or not.
Thank you for extending, trying to get...

The snow is a blanket,
    How: it muffles sound.
The snow is a panther,
    How: it attacks when you least expect it.
The snow is a wave,
    How: it is beautiful until you wish it was gone.
The snow is love,
    How: it makes you happy at first, or it doesn't.
The snow is anxiety,
    How: it piles up until you can't leave your own home.
The snow is silent,
     How: you...

I, a snake,
A snake,
    I,
slithering current of dark bloody venom.
It is nature
In me, I feel it not.
Then hurt am I,
And hurt is fiery.
    It burns.
The venom boils.
Enraged, am I.
Strike, I do.
Hurt I still.
It is nature,
In me, I feel it now.
It boils, it burns.
Stop me not,
    An eye for an eye,
   Your Pain for My Pain.
I hurt, you hurt me.
You I strike,...

First you took my breath away, 
and now my life.
Sweet Sixteen was sung three months ago,
and now it's not so sweet anymore.
A new young woman,
A happy joyous woman,
Now crippled and old.
Aged a decade,
a child below.
    a life to mourn,
    a ghost to see,
    a memory to grieve.

And that is she.

A New Young Woman you called your own,
like her breath,
her life you stole.
    a happy life.      ...

Gliding through a groggin is being surrounded by fog blanketing the ground and detaching you from Earth's gravitational hold on your body. You are lost in time within the secrets and mysteries a groggin will forever hold.

One time I am happy. I am laughing loudly and my eyes squint almost shut because my smile becomes too wide. Yes, I am representing joy, but is it really me that's experiencing the joy? My laughter is just the uplift of my rollercoaster. The rollercoaster; my body; it will later drop down again and I will be hurled down with it. Me; my mind; the passenger behind the safety bar of the cart on the rollercoaster. I am stuck...