I often live by the rules
of it's okay I'll get through this.
if this way doesn't work,
there's plenty more.
i should be calm, shouldn't i?
often i have to remind myself
the what ifs of life;
anchored to the ground
as if I've been drowning for a while,
or head's in the cloud, light-
its a part of the process, right?
the part where im soiled with combat? the part where my body
will be devoured til i am one
with my heart and my mind,
and i am the seed
that will break through the surface;
gasping for air, longing for the rain
to wash my sins
and the light that will guide me to me;-
my subconscious is always at war,
and my body is a battlefield,
and i can never seem
to make peace with it.