At the very least, I am aware of my regression I find myself grasping for the pillars of my past To ground me in the torrential rains and floods
I reached for a cigarette and it fixed nothing at all I reached for the knife and it settled me for a moment I reached for the religion that alienated me and my family
Within the music I used to listen to I found peace. I found tears I hadn't realized I needed to shed. And though the teachings are still to raw to read I latched to the pillar of religion and it once calmed me.
Written during one of the worst times in my life prior to this week. This poem isn't finished now, nor will it be later.