Breakfast in the waiting room between my mind and yours

Through the wall you imagine her weighing

on your leafy arms and I understand

why you’d want to sedate yourself, and crawl out

in the morning                    shuffle back late at night

why you’d lose pieces of yourself in sugary bowls of cereal

over which                            the truth is constantly avoided

why you’d avoid

the stoned dead stare, eyes fixed through smoke

                                                                        on what? the past

you have dragged yourself across mind frames of prickling thought

and questioned the fabric of your reality

you’ve locked parts of you away that have hardly seen existence

that have only been trodden on, your heart, an obvious one

                                                      I think I saw it once

                                                      and I understand

                                                      the desire to keep some doors locked

in the blackest evenings it’s a task to even

summon anger, let me help you

I have enough to share

in the blackest evenings you have kept yourself alight(alive)

and I know you often don’t want to

your brain’s pillars go on holding while your pride

retreats like winter

you reach within yourself

and pull out broken furniture

there are lessons here, take them with you

                                                      take them in

                                                      to your soft heart, cold, and life-affirming.