If You Ask

depression cried

as my pride sighed in

“I can do it all on my own”

home alone,

fragmented thoughts postponed

and rocketed into the universe of the conscious.

mind in overload.

square one feels like I’m jumping

over boulders.

dark times.

a parked mind

in a vacant lot of hard knocks.

knuckles planted

firmly against the

charred bark.

a forest in flames.

maintain.

the power to maintain

and drop the old habits of

doing the same thing

easy to feel shame

opponents

in blame games

contrary to the change

of gears

it’s fear up in the

stratosphere.

unearthly sounds

are what you hear.

in the midst of abandonment

something grabs you near.

shhh

quiet is the silence

that pours out of your mind.

the cries of the silent

have ceased to be aligned.

in tune are you that’s

through with holding the

presence of your past.

for it bears no gifts,

just a faithful pain

that’s sure to last if you ask.

-sleeplessssunflwr (Tiara Wills)