Fifty Mental Pains of Darkness
fifty hard felt years of unwanted lingering pain
wiggle there way into my involuntary intellect
let me not, be standing in troubled waters
let me be a harbor to my only self
sailing free and carefree to the
rocking of my own refugee
not bailing out cloudy, traumatized waters
from a mental waterlogged
sailing boat of fears and devastation
i (I) will push back
as the door of healing someday permit
but until then
i (I) will beg the inter mental parts of me
to submit less
to darkness and pain
and give into small lesser cares
in a temp to save what
can be saved
love self as mush as one can
and pray, and pray and pray
because local politic is the new devil
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