i want it to go away forever . . .
thought it seems as if i like its company . .

this hurt, this great & deep despair.
this uninvited guest . .

breaking & entering into the home
that is my mind, heart, and body
every opportunity it sees . .

yet we allow it to stay.
almost inviting it in . . .

maybe it's comfort?
like a familiar face
among a sea of strangers . .

maybe because
it's all we feel we've known
in the midst of it,
we forget
who we are.
we forget
what smiling feels like . . .

welcoming it home . .
i no longer want to do.

it's a fire that burned us,
wounds so deep
we never forget
the warmth of its flames . .
but at least its memory
is warm amidst
the cold & merciless spiral down . . .