there is an end

i thought it would last forever
this disconnect, this

this

this

separation between who i thought i was
and who i could presently be
wasn’t i happy once?
didn’t i enjoy those things?
why was i hyperventilating before something i KNEW i loved but FELT like

like

like

honestly it felt like nothing
i couldn’t feel anything
not numb, just -not- anything
no joy, no sunlight, but

but

but

one day i woke up
and i felt it
a small river flowing
a little positivity fizzing in my marrow
i breathed a little easier and

and

and

i started to step outside of my tunnel
blinded by the realization
nothing lasts forever
even the absence and the disconnect must end

hesit/action/ation

i’ve sat stalled at these tracks
knowing that all I have to do
is put pen to paper
fingers to keys
and the words will just flow out
they’ll cascade around me
rushing and swarming
spilling and spitting
yarning the tale of these past few weeks
of promise
of hope
of deceit
of lies
but most of all of renewal
this is my month to clean
scrape the cobwebs from my mind
fast the sugars from my limbs
absorb the sunshine on my brow
finally sit down in this chair
and write