Trying to stay addicted
to simplicity.
Abandoning
the long gone,
broken ritual.
Sacrificing things
in vain
has gained no recompense,
no favor.
Changing who I am again.
No rationale,
or leading feeling,
just sublimating inspiration
and riding out
withdrawals.
This new thing
is just like all the others;
a new mountain
that’s left for me to climb.
I know what life is
at the bottom,
I’m just going up
to get high.
Up and down.
Left and right.
Right and wrong.
Day and night.
Distilling this down
to something simple,
something actionable.
Caught up in the whirlwind
of the movements,
of the moments.
Reflecting,
reacting,
unwell.
Breaking the distraction.
Tying myself in
to the slow,
deliberate vein.
Healing and complete,
no longer a string
wound around
a witching stick.
I will find my way.
HG – 2022
Some days do feel a bit like that. Very nice way of expressing this sense of chaos. Have a blessed day.
Thank you, Joni! You as well.