No weapon formed against me has failed prosper
I’m brought to my knees, strung out and sorry
I want you to see me in all of my glory
When was the last time I stood tall at all?
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Will I be David, or should I be Paul?
I have a fear, and it never wains
Apothecary prescribes the same again
Take two and submerge into warmth
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I run madly with lack of direction or form
Femur crushes pelvis like pestle in mortar
I take to my bed like Ophelia in the water
Alone as I was as a child
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At night I roam untethered and wild
A porous man reaching for rock
Words revisit at the edge of the dock
I repeat them as I limp home insane
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“The love disappeared as we focused on the pain”
George said that and it stayed with me
Much darker and realer than it was in our teens
Who knew we could dive so deep
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We hit the bottom, found a pearl there to keep
Ghostly and hidden and old
But within it; new fire and salvation untold
Gave me strength to lift you to shore
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I am your sentry, standing guard at the door
The whole world aflame inside these walls
Sure, at night, that same agony calls
But this thing of ours is too wild to die
“With 30 approaching I decided I should start actually ‘publishing’ the scraps and shards of stuff I’ve been writing over the last couple years rather than hoarding and picking over them for eternity. They’re not all fully formed but I think it will encourage me to be a bit more intentional about continuing if I have an audience (ain’t that always been the truth)”
