I feel like
Everything is happening
All at once.
I can’t tell
If the chaos
Is abnormal,
Or if it is just life?
Trying to find
“The new normal.”
Was there ever
A ‘normal’ to begin with?
Unanswered questions
Far surpass, those to which
I can answer with any certainty.
I seek clarity,
Yet am surrounded
By chaos.
It fills me physically
Shutting me down
Until I am nothing
More than Raw Emotion
Overpowering and unprocessed,
Like a pit of snakes
Each one filled with venom.
Fear, Rage, Lust,
Ego, Shame, Guilt,
Resentment.
Each one venomous,
Paralysing not killing.
Drawing out an existence,
Into a slow and terrible
Spiral to downfall.
Is it hubris
Which fells a man,
Or obstinance?
At least a man
Who falls to hubris
Can say he is proud,
I cannot. I do not feel
Proud of myself.
I feel like I’ve walked away
From every good thing
I ever had,
Because I was tired.
Now I find myself
More tired than ever,
with less than ever
I thought I could have,
That which remains
is precious and heavy.
Love, Duty, Honour,
Obligation, Frustration,
Devastation.
Love, Ignorance, Demanding,
Beautiful, Incomparable,
Inexplicable.
New. Everything is new,
I recognise nothing,
And am further displaced
From paths so far ventured.
Rather than trying to find
My way back to them,
Perhaps I should be
Moving forwards.
I have been given a chance
To whitewash my canvas.
The heavy pattern and colour
From my painting so far
Still there, lurking
Under this new,
Crisp layer.
But even with this fresh start,
I am afraid to mark the canvas
As I know how easy it is to fill
And overwork, so desperate
For the result to be beautiful,
But not trusting myself
As an artist to create.
Working to a standard
Beyond my own ability.
My canvas remains
Unpainted on,
But marked regardless
By outside influence.
I allow myself no control,
Sharing my canvas
Rather than fill it
With my own Masterpiece.
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