As soon as, I married madness and rebellion…
the tilted, chaotic, walls, fell in upon themselves.
A panting dog with only a muddied puddle to quench her thirst…I gave into acceptance of water from the sullied, still waters.
Every morning, as sanity mounts upon a cluttered and chipped floor.
Inching closer to the bedroom door.
Every morning, ordinary thoughts and scattered mind debris, grasp at my feet.
Must remain stringent and pull a unique kind of normal…around me…