Starting over
Is a lot like
Getting on plane
To go somewhere new
You have to rid of
Everything heavy
The baggage that
Has brought you down
You have to remember the person
In the old photo
Of your passport
You need to learn to accept
That what you know is gone
And you can drag yourself
Into visiting the past
Only to find that
Nobody else will be there waiting

my anger
no longer fuels the fire
that set my life ablaze
no longer controls
the effort i give life
no longer am i a house
drowning in flames
i am akin to a stick of incense
with my smoke descending
ever so gently
just to prove that i still burn
just not to the same degrees

Intertwined
Like two plants
That shouldn't
But as long
As the gardener
Doesn't care
I'll hold you
Till we both
Turn to rot

i know
the meds
keep me
steady
but then
when things
become very
choppy
one med
turns to two
two to three
and i start to
lose all of me

if life is warfare
then i am merely
a carrier pigeon
trying to not get
blown out of the sky

Crucified
by my own hands
Polarized
by my own choices
Settled
by self medication
Debated
by self evaluation

Fate beckons you onwards
Not caring what you have
Nor who you are
What you leave behind
Nor what you become
In due time
You will be a whisper
Amongst those forgotten
Begging the next person onwards