Here, a choice.
There, a choice.
Do I dare to stay?
Do I run away?
I've seen it before-
The pattern a chore.
A mind wrought with angst,
A body made of energy.
No discipline,
What a muse.
Seeing her fear explode into you.
A splash of vomit, a bit of waste,
A soul heavy, a heart break.
Dissect yourself.
Dissect truth.
It is hurting me.
Is it hurting you?
The stories are endless,
The fear is known.
The triumph, a vision, I've had before.
Nothing makes sense, if sense is what is sought.
There is no right, that is not also wrong.
Hammer and peddle,
Is this what I do?
Hammer at life,
And peddle my soul to you?
Alyssa Westerlund
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