Chicken Soup For a Recovering Mind
After a brief illness, some dry toast
and the turgid sloshing of rehashed thoughts.
Slowly the former becomes the new now.
I bathe in new invigorating light.
This is how we recreate our world;
with carefully paced electro-chemical reactions,
brittle notions are chewed soft like moccasins
until they fit new feet and legs.
This is how we create a life
no sudden catharsis or evolution,
just one thought hammered to another
until a scaffold is erected,
something that resembles
the bones of a recently absented God.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
