Work in Progress
The day you died, all the little girl wonder
in me (both the self and the mask) went with you.
It was an instant realization that what
I told myself in my internal playground
of fairies and princes and the in-between
of up and down, good and bad, and the unseen
were merely stories and tales of mind recess
ways to cope, to deal with the lack of control
and the crap shoot that is this constant spiral.
These interconnected random sequences
that I needed to be my consequences.
And now I find it harder to find breath here.
Find a new oxygen mask that fits and clear
a path that makes any sense without my eyes.
There’s that old adage that you should never lose
your childlike wonder before your physical
But it’s funny. You took your own life and so
She did. She instantly stopped the spoon fed, the this-life-is-not-your-own, and then I awoke
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