Unfold

So ready.
Unload. Scream. Love and hate.

Yet. This day I do very little. Bottling up everything and letting go.


Sadly had you known I would have corrected you on so many things.
Its good you have made assumptions. I hope they hold you well.

Hoping the day opens better.

Maybe a nap to find my mind shutdown. The labels removed.
Held tight are the dreams.

Now just to unfold into them.

Ah the day allows a voice. Yet who listens.
Who even cares, dares to ask?

You?

Ah. Perhaps you think I need space.
You are wrong. And yet you think you are right.

Little do you know.

Light days. Numbness. Emptiness.
Its okay. I deal.

Watching the reels roll fast. Then
jerked back. Interesting how I am labeled
and yet others fit same.

Its okay. I get it.

So lower my name. Keep your distance.
Call me the words. I understand.

I have to have them for they help you.

I know that. I have seen cycles.
Turning turning. Then where am I?

Always waiting.

Alas maybe the understatement of the year.
Yet it is true. Want to shake it.

Hit me.

Its the only way of release. Perhaps that
is the fear you hold. Once I am gone you have
what?

Just you.