She can't escape the care given when she is in the madness spirals that are stealing every good thought she had left in her body
They can't get her family back for caring, they can't see what they are doing
No don't steal the memories sometimes they are wonderful, warm and glue her together to last another day of hope
Hunger Light Fresh clean smell soft lotion for parched skin
Gentle touch softly cleaning hot tears of fear from her eyes
DAMN BACK HERE AGAIN
Please please let me go-no no I cannot speak
I will break my grandmother's spell- no thoughts that you can hold or have or take
I have to keep some memories for the cold and dark times-the open hole pit times-the soulless dark times that collapse the spirit
Why can't I just surrender to them- just float above the room and watch the jane doe toe tag bounce down the hall tickling the toe it is attached to
Why the hell am I still here for I don't want to be anybody's conscience.
I don't want my family's quilt
I don't want to be held to this rolling piece of shit any more
I want to fly free- to spirit rise thru the darkness
I want to be Jonathan Livingstone Seagull practicing night flying on a white shore beach
I want to be Juliet with Romero taking his last breath
I want to be Marilyn singing to the President
I want to be Gibson yelling FREEDOM
I want to be anyone other than this hard shell of a life squandered
I want to have Christ say well done
Last page tomorrow
Every day
Is the same day 🥓