I linger towards the wake of silence.
Finding solace is a handmade creature,
sculptured with tools I nearly understand.
This reprocessing of my life,
and mind,
and soul,
requires a dedication unlike anything
I have done before!
Awkward and unsettled,
I stumble towards my goal.
Sorting out the cracked and shattered pieces.
Organizing the subtle from the obvious .
No longer can I just dump it in the box and run...
Upended, it has become.
So with angry patience and calming frustration,
I assemble a life I can finally
live with.
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