in my brain
there is a switch
somewhere
that I need to find
or my bathtub plug
at the base of my spine
to drain out
the full reservoir
of all this building
slop
tears, conflict
guilt, an angst
ridden moral chain
of knots that
is clogging
the channels
of continuation
for my life
path.
because if this
don't go soon
I'm looking at
you,
Lord.
And we're gonna have another
talk.
Copyright FHW, 2010
A.N: I feel like this needs a little explanation- I was a passenger in a car crash in July of last year. One of the other passengers riding next to me didn't make it, and my arm was broken in three places. The other two in the car respectively suffered severe bruises (both emotional and physical) and a broken collarbone/punctured lung. I have since then, returned to the province in which it happened for the first time in a year and I am still continuing to process the aftermath, in lots of ways. This is one of them...