Struggling to be free of me I feel my insides rip and bleed a warm river of red
Stretching beyond my former imagination death maybe not to far off
I feel loneliness creeping from inside out.
I am becoming one again by actions beyond me no matter how I struggle against this there’s no holding it in.
I should be happy to be free of madness
Intelligent enough to see logic in my body my own again
Feel joy in emotional pain ending rest
But I who crave symbiosis, now forced into transition
Birthing separation into to distinct divided beings, you and me
Copyright~ LGHurcomb 2016