Where my mind was discombobulated
Where pyramids were in playgrounds
and holy lands were next to grocery stores,
There is no subtle way to avoid the damage.
After gasping for full air,
The pain still settles remembering the lines I wrote
there is pain in owning them.
Remembering how I thought I was dying..
and your voice becoming startled
by what you thought was a drunken confession
but was a morose tall tale.
There is so much pain in accepting ypur forgiveness
when I can’t accept my own.
Feeling the depth of the loss
Trying and trying to find footing
even when everything hurts.