blogging a poem

It stung

It steamed

Me close 

With a crack

All the way 

Through myself 

A broken 

Doll. 

Porcelain?

How can that be!

Myself??

A doll

In a bell 

Jar. 

Night time terrors 

And dreaming chasms

Of black

Dark

Night

Mares. 

. Alone 

For 

Who can possibly understand?

Therapy

Medication 

Drugs 

Alcohol

But to be free 

To be me

Involved 

Dying. 

So here I am 

After the 

Aftermath. 

Blending my skin tone

In the toulouse sun. 

As part of a 

Future posse. 

With the support of the 

Above 

To defeat

The below. 

And my

Demons. 

Everafter

I will be 

Carefree

Happy go lucky

Free spirit. 

But now?

I'm in a complicated 

Cage, 

A budgie

Being transported

From one dream 

To another 

That's how to 

Safely transport 

A budgie 

But I am claustrophobic 

And want to sing 

All the way 

To the high ceiling 

But it's too painful. 

So I rest

And

Retrieve 

Myself 

From a deep past. 

I'm impressed

With life. 

For saving me. 

I'm depressed with 

Life

For struggling 

To know me. 

A journey 

A route 

So far

Filled with family 

Friendship 

And romance. 

I've always had everything 

But I didn't know!

So now it's in replay, 

Because there

Lies the answer

To something 

Like anything 

But I forget 

The question 

But I do remember 

Myself. 

So I will trudge 

Onward. 

Through the low

Lying clouds 

A kind of mist

Made of tears

And fears,

But so forth 

It continues.