Confronting the insiduous

Sit

sit

siting in the chair,

searching out into the sky-filled moon

I feel a presence of longing,

a trepidation of the past.

.

Stand

stand

standing over the sink,

looking down the clogged up drain

I sense a tingling of tiny bursts of energy

with a calming back wash of silence.

.

Lay

lay

laying on the sunken pillow

of memories in past dreams and tears

that have since come and gone

I confront the invisible awareness of life untold.

..

Trespassing through the forbidden garden

of black-outed creatures

I prefer to disguise

as silly pieces of

lessons

still to learn.

I confront my demons

the only ones that still exist

and won’t let go.

It must break hell’s walls and consume me just a little more

at night

confronting me

while I sit with the insidious

birth of my own right..

.

.

Sit sit sitting

stand stand standing

lay lay laying

dreaming of the cherry blossoms floating through my hair

I awake and find no way out

and no way in.

I confront it slowly

in a craft-like manner

that sometimes even I forget what I am doing.

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