Last night I started my autobiography
finished one line
then decided to think about
life removed one at a time.
Depression sank deep into
a place unfamiliar
so I gave myself a talkin’ to
as life unfolded again.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll find
a way to make the puzzle pieces fit
that have waited on me
just like the second line has
of my autobiography.
Somewhere on a mountain
I left broken promises and lies
given to me along the way
that discouraged my being being me
so the second line may be hard to
write for awhile.

burn baby burn