Can someone fucking care. Please.
Swooosh… I go through plants and trees
A wind, a tornado, a gentle breeze
Deftly from one intensity to another
I switch between with utmost ease
Sometimes sans control, sometimes at will
Sometimes the victim, at others, ready to kill
I swooosh through my days without a care
Like a bad habit or a mandatory fire drill
Sometimes I agree I stick to the norm
I’m music and love and cool when you are warm.
But then I flare up… With intensity doubled
I fight… I cry… I kick up a sand storm
When will I stop moving? This wasted life who will see?
Shadows of my memories, volcanoes of my past
Trap them, destroy them or let them be?
After all, aren’t they just versions of me!
Don’t leave me, don’t go, don’t let go of my hand
Don’t stand there, far away, and lie that you understand
The pain, the trauma, the agony I go through
The fear that daily this list will have something new
Something black. Something grey. Something dense in every way
Something hard. Something sharp. Something mean that on and on you harp.
The pain will go. The trauma will pass. Tomorrow I’ll be a new lass.
Happy as a button. Talking nineteen to the dozen
Enjoying the day… Come whatever may
Until, “… Then what was the big deal…” I hear you say!
Broken people we are
Lying scattered on the floor
Like pieces of a puzzle
Or the socks my dog tore.
Lay them out in order
Pick the best pieces
Patch them together
To form a complete us.
The rest of the bits
To keep or to throw
Or make another person
With the same core.