I.
A Sudden urge to be better,
chokes me into confusion as
I forget who I was when
The answer to who I wanted
To be was, to my knowledge
II.
No matter what, I swore
To myself not to end it,
nor to lose my end.
Like a strand of hair or
the end of a thread that got burned off.
III.
It doesn’t make sense,
but to let go is to learn
that it doesn’t need to
make sense.
IV.
I became foreign to myself.
snow blows into my face
and forms into water,
as sun hits my face.
All this freedom,
stuck in a body.
V.
I’m starting to notice things I never saw before.
Well. Maybe I saw them.
I wasn’t paying attention.