After
every disaster
there is a moment
where we get to choose
to put it all back together
the way we were,
the way it was,
or making something new.
We see so much of the
same old, same old
shit.
Why would we want to
rebuild what led to it?
Why not make it something else?
The world we give ourselves
is the one that we get.
So quickly we forget.
If we can’t be trusted
to make the choice that’s right,
if everything we do
just seems to shatter every time,
if unmitigated disaster
is the signature we sign,
then maybe now it’s time
we change our minds.
To let go of what we were,
because we can’t go
back to being sickness
and just hoping for a cure.
Smarter than all of this,
I was so sure,
that we would choose
to nurture not the hurt.
It’s a silly little curse.
Goodbye – I’m gone.
Never looking back.
Never telling
what flight I’ll be on,
because I’m leaving
that old self behind
and I don’t want me to follow,
nothing to remind.
I’m seeking healing
in ways I don’t know.
Give myself the chance to be old.
I’ll need to win one more
battle in the war
to be what I’ve never been before.
I never knew I wanted this.
Never knew I needed it so bad.
HG – 2016
