When Shit Hit the Fan

Free-verse, autobiographical piece of my struggle during breakup.

Part I: Survive This.

I'm wanting to leave here,
I'm confused;
Alone, lonely.
Scared, unsure, divided.
Decisions can be haunting.
Jumping into fire again and again,
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
Signs must show.
Precious delusions?
Who can tell the difference?
My idiosyncrasies are overwhelming.
SURVIVE THIS.


Part II: Good Intentions.

My body is my temple.
SACRED.
Celibacy. No relationships;
Happiness will be mine once again.
Freedom and liberation.
I'm ready to embrace a better life,
to become a better version of myself.
I'm beautiful, unique, intelligent, [ I AM ].
I'll fathom the beauty of life and Earth.
Fuck those who've created stop signs
that have blinded my eyes from blue skies.
I'll get what's mine.
I'll take what's mine.
These are merely good intentions.