This is an effort to describe
becoming one
I once thought/believed
two was a magic number
the number dreams are circled around
now, one is silence and despair
with flashes between nightmares
heated exchanges in my head
questions burning like heartburn
a form of displacement returns
never knowing which one might strike
or what system will work
So I begin my last walk
to unravel to relate
what stands before me
you may kindly call it fate
I call it escape
voices and demons never sleep
you don’t know me and that’s all good
it’s best you don’t for your sake
that’s my kindness trying to shine
compassionate response not required
with scribbled lines I shared somewhat
the inner structure of myself
some were accepted, some rejected
but I gave what I had to give
uncertain yet proud I wrote
now, with mere words I hug you tight
from a distance while in the light
exit right
