Twists and turns
Learning to check my speed along each curve
So much about myself I come to find is -
actually another thing.
The little neurons , moving about
so hyperactively
that it drives me into half a day of rest
or otherwise
What have I done those moments I have impacted them
whether by a blow from the fist or the nostrils
So much has changed
no longer do I indulge in the dangers of drugs
only the safe ones that help my physical pain
Slowly learning- but not before I'm ruined , to keep my hands off myself
As not to damage what sanity I have left .
Which fortunately, Is more than I could have based on the past decade
but unfortunately, some pieces of this puzzle of a young woman are missing-
That is okay, I guess the colors in between and I scribble underneath
I play a guessing game until my loved ones remind me of the truth
When they know it
Will I Always be searching for the corners to complete it?
I really don't care much for whole complete pictures anyways
Always folding photos to hide the faces of those who wronged me, crumbling unfinished pieces of art before wondering what I could add, only to replace it with another one .
Guess it doesn't matter- though when I dig through old memories, there are some things I find that surprise me.
How much we change year to year, throughout a lifetime as people? Is it more or less person to person based on our experience?