Let’s Start Over

Come around again

Pinned to my chest: Mom💛— I have accepted it as a part of me. Everything I do, soiled with hyper-vigilance and oversight. A position in society subject to inescapable voyeurism. Judged by silence and left in solitude.

Solitude and silenced thoughts allow space for the retrieval of lost pieces of myself. The long gone and almost forgotten return in clouds of yellow, opened-mouth sneezes. They appear in bubbles from joyful splashes and made up songs. And even in rhymes made up and known by many. They’re repeated in adventurous loops—overplayed. While some are tired, some are full of life and ready to be integrated all over. If I welcome them in, they become mine, again. If I don’t, they are soaked in magnesium sulfate and guided into copper pipes—transformed, alchemized for use elsewhere.

Some spun the block with the intent of becoming designated as harmony and glamorization. Others do the hokey-pokey to test the self-trust that was built on purpose and with pounds of bricks—any of which were carried by those who believe in me.