It’s a mind-body connection problem. The PTSD
of a life-threatening addiction. The weight
of a depressive condition. The prison
of insanity. We have to face the truth
We have to find direction.
Having a reference point is helpful but,
it kills the romance. Sanity as a goal, a place; it’s
quite the commitment. Really kills the moment.
It simply orders, “This way to good, this way to right.”
And so we cling to our petty rebellions,
our egos and our lust. Eyeballing the fantasy
of healing and growth, while not having the courage
to ask it on a date. Too scared to fall in love.
Too weak to love ourselves.
So, the balance tips, the chest deflates.
And we’re left sitting, anxious.