Tomorrow Speaks

what will you say? now that I have abandoned an ingredient in my psychotropic cocktail speak calmly and tell me of sunny skies wind-blown shadows tell me, I can reach way down inside way down in the center of me a throw this thing asunder grasp it hard collect all the shame disdain embarrassment and how I hate you girl stuff wrap my fist around it tightly pull it from the very core pulling, pulling, ever so hard to detach all the pain, sticky stinking wrapped around my wrist like phlegm and hurl it as far and fast as I can with all my might into the oblivion of forgetfulness Father, Give me Strength! Strength to forgive myself. 5/23/2021 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1200' Poetry Contest