I am here, I fear
More scared than sorted
More dandelion than burdock
Scattered silly
Metaphorically muddled
Mine's a messy mind
Attempting to arrange
A lifetime's files
In an hour
Each and every hour
Of every minute
I'm remanded in memory
A willing prisoner
Of the past
My hands are cuffed in air
There is no key
But me
And what is left
Has lost all recognisable arrangement
I'm pulled down deep
But holding on to stones
They keep me grounded
Drown-ded
Letting go will all but kill me
All but do me in
Everything but that
Letting go for Life
Shake it off
Your clothes are all wet
But you're not made of sugar
Your tears will not melt you
Your heart will not break
Let it be