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.
