Being open is realizing
there's no barrier between
you and me-
we both came
with a certain touch
of mystery,
not afraid of
changing our minds
giving time,
letting go the notion
of straight lines
regarding life.

I'm hard to live with
by myself.
Constant torment
inside these walls.
One side is hot like hell,
the other side chill like death.
There's a person in the middle
whom I can't tell.
It's a split long ago.
Something to endure,
not knowing what.
The ship will sink,
nobody can hear the screams.
The horror of a brain
turned outside in.
Can't bear others' help.
They're making it worse.
Not understanding
the enemy is me.

Mom & dad say, 
"Why bother,
a daughter belongs
to someone else."
They were right.
I am mine.

I studied the stars & the moon
to an inch of my life.
What I look for is instead
in the dark cave of a deep groove.
It whispers pain & ruin.
But the spell breaks
once you realize where you are
and are no longer afraid
of the simple truth.

Have you taken a pill
that's hard to swallow.
It's bitter & hard,
and takes time to dissolve?
No sugar can chase it down.
No water can speed its way.
Then it lodges in your gut
and there, it is to stay.
Maybe I didn't choose
what comes my way;
didn't have a clue
until it gives away.
It's not in a hurry.
It knows more than I.
Time-released wisdom,
must you be such a drag?

The ones act normal are the craziest of all.
The ones behave erratically are the most raw.
The soul of social conscious says, "Shush.
Don't wake the mycelium that knows not the spores."