Just

Just wriggle and squirm, shed like snake skin, this self-impose straight jacket, that I just found myself in.

The view is hostile, enemies all around, I’ll just close my eyes, but still hear the sounds.

Completely engulfed, in rage and tears, just cry out screaming, defying these fears.

What is this body, just a fleck of dust, it is nothing, just an object of lust.

These thoughts are nuclear, yet just won’t harm, anyone other than, this insane creator one.

Intentions matter, but not to matter, material does just not appear, no matter how mad the hatter.

Thinking to infinity, just do it or don’t, mindscapes betray me, someone might care or just wont.

Author: Becca

Returning to school at age thirty-two, I am pursing my Master's in Social Work, going through a financial overhaul, and learning to live and thrive in this completely new chapter of my life.

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