all of these things bearing down on me,
wearing me down, to the very rim of my core
motion immobilization – been here a time before
solutions melt like sugar splashed by water
disintegrate into matter
that doesn’t matter
i don’t matter
selfish promises that left behind lesions
on my memory
raw open and fresh, not ready to heal
not ready to feel
and most certainly unable to deal
these fragments of life’s glass rocks
stick in my throat and leave open gashes
on my hands as they fight back
against the economy and heartaches attacks
trying to rebuild the foundation,
survived barely
molded and cracked
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