If love for God is worth drinking for its divine  intoxication
Poetry is worth loving for its immortal delight

Chaos in the broken.
Fear is the controller.
I rise up to overtake it's ruler.
Curse you pain!
For you shall try, but never overtake me!
The proving grounds.
After a fall.
I shall push onward.
I earned the strength.
Let's see you land another attempt to try and take this unbroken will.
Now the fight is my ultimate thrill.

I can't walk up to a stranger and introduce myself
without feeling out of my skin
I can't be surrounded by family
without feeling my world caving in
I can't text a person without feeling like I am bothering them
I can't open up to people
without worrying I am too weird for them
I am not putting on a show
or making up excuses
I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder
yes it is a real illness

I am torn galactic
evolution in your pocket
the fight for fight’s sake

born and we immediately
start to die
this piece of us
of the divine in us
is giving
the order to burn and change

giving colourfades
to cut clear our own path
but chained Andromeda
dear
they may never believe you
unless you can tell them
where
this would be embodied

if it were real
and ask the monster in the water
ask me
to rip apart everywhere I might touch
were we wrapped together
I would

the side of your ribs, your thigh, your shoulder

were we wrapped together in womb or in worship