Finding Peace In Trauma

I have become unattached. My thoughts were displaced and torched with a match. Ashes become fairy dust. And that old truth became woven with rust. In depression, I could still function. But I was unable to cherish even a moment with the blessed sun. When mania allowed me to dissociate. I could feel reality turning faint. I hope this freedom from guilt will never undo. A life so far wasted from never questioning my view. But by the time I became trapped in my haven- All I could do is call out like a raven. Everything that escapes will find a new herd. And disinhibition has caused me to act absurd. This mania I shall always remember. Even as it is hacked away like timber. But some happiness is not worth chasing, always. And certain types of pain remind me of my younger days. Yes, there are some months I do forget. But these new aspirations, I do not regret.