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