Reply to Oliver Baez Bendorf’s ‘Dysphoria’

This poem explains it.

I touch my soul before my body.
I am fond of me.
I blossom, in my soil
In a cold lawn,
Buried in snow, to forbid decay,
I put my soul in tracks of rapture

I’m afflicted by my affliction
The antsy to be out of pain.
I pray my soul finds rapture.

This poem explains
What I can’t explain
My heart is split in two,
In to something like heaven and hell

There’s no fence in between
So I can find a place to hang on
Before I choose a place to fall

Tochi