the only problem with moving forward on this little road
is the inevitable
good stuff
and the inevitable difficult stuff

everyone is full of well wishes and optimism
which is nice
except i'm still in denial

truth is i am so afraid of reliving the past
so afraid of the muddy recovery
so afraid of being completley beyond myself
beyond words beyond the plea beyond the please

my Being is begging for mercy this time
mercy to function mercy to love
cannot wait for cool breeze murky morning sunrise
i am not a summer time girl
give me cardigans and leg warmers
the lowest place is the safe place