Dramatic. (Self Portrait)

Oct 1

I don’t do anything gently.

Everything in life I let ignite and destroy me.

Both, not either.

With ignition, there's fire,

With fire I become embers that grow into ashes

All for the sake of becoming

I don't do anything subtly.

I flow more like a rushing river than a trickling stream.

I rush around things that block my directive

Without stopping to see their opportunity.

With this rushing I erode the banks that contain me.

I’ll eventually consume the whole world.

Nothing I’ve done has been on accident

I’ve put painfully great thought into every decision I’ve made

To find what I think is the best possibility:

That which contains the least pain

Based only on the fantasy and the pain of results from my past.

Even when choosing destruction

I’ve already constructed my path.

Nothing I’ve done has been stable.

That’s why the ground where I stand can just crumble

Like its sand with no bottom to land on

Slipping down through the pit of the Earth.

That’s why nothing I’ve done sticks around.

I’ve always just been sifting through dirt.

I’m like a ghost with a human skin walking

My intentions seek only to preserve.

Whether it’s by prolonging the pain or invisibility

My energy’s always been on reserve.

Aspiring Independent Author and Mental Health Advocate

Acceptance.