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

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