Showing up to speak yet having nothing to say
bleeding all over the place,
dropping seeds and moving away,
arguably complacent,
counting down each second of the day.
I have no time to feel sorry
and all time to never stop trying.
to never stop fighting
even while crying,
to feel my feelings and grit my teeth,
process the trauma, practice belief.

I went from regression to progressing.
Back to where I first hid and was
pawned to the highest bid
afflicted by inflictions
pained by inflections
ignored by the witness
so I tourniquet the burdened kid
I'm no superman if not for my own life
just a guiding light for those whose will is fight
and a narcissists kryptonite.