wonderbatallion

For happy afternoons spent rolling giggling leaves children.
In your best interest to unravel the past & walk away:
(but you
can’t.
and you
won’t.)
Won’t walk away? Why wait, wondering? Where would one walk to?
I have no answers, only fistfuls of time,
and unruly responses.
How I snap, growling, howling, sobbing tearing tear-streaked rage-
how it comes back, how it returns seeps in secret and understands.
Begotten not forgotten,
one in being what it would
when it could be how it should.
How it should,
in another space be less fear-fraught.
I am a mess.
I am sublime.
Havoc comes and goes with time.
With peace it creeps,
and gentler,
be all the joy you wish to know.

(the unknowing, the abyss, the fear of falling and the return to laughter. baseline. come down now here is 1, 2, 3 seconds back to bliss.)