23:59hrs

Reflection

Twenty
Twenty one
I drank me down too much
Unable to stay sober enough to dust off procrastination
It has been laying on my energy like shoes i hadn’t worn in weeks
A pan and feather i needed,
But i laid drowning in my stomach, unable to reach
I aired my lungs and kidney with herbs
I called it medication or my passage to meditation

Recreation

Twenty
Twenty two
I burn candles
Unfolded my blinds
Consumed my space with sage
Keeping spirits, voices in my head and ghosts away
I am living, surviving and struggling to understand meaning.
The end will be,
But now i hold the truth
I contain a truth
And i must see it to the very end.

Paulyn