The space between stimulus and response
Closing in short and fast
Pulled in by all the anxiety, all the survival
That makes me question
the same thing again and again
I reach out for what I need and then
Shame fills up to the brim
Bridges, and dissolves the identities
Of what were once separate
My thoughts, become me
Consume me each day
I try to swim up and break free
To be pulled and drowned yet again
Today a bit more
Than some other days
The ache of reaching out though
Always the same.
-Al