and ask for help
Or confuse your pride
with strength again.
Progress is perspective.
And now the flames are close
as you ran
all the way inward.
Preaching about hope,
While letting ice
grow thick on windshields.
Driving through the night
with the defrost set on zero.
You feel welcome in the cold
As if you were born in it
It’s the extremes that you feel
It’s not the small talk conversation
It’s the knowledge and the worth
You fought to have and threw away
Locked the key and dug your grave
In a cemetery unmarked
When it could have been vandalized with art
But you refuse to acknowledge that
Your brain that used to flourish
Is now a maze you can’t figure out
But walls are only meaningful
if you know what’s inside.
And rusted gears will turn
Until there’s nothing left to try.
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