Fight tooth
and nail to overcome my own
resistance, betrayed
at every turn by self-sabotage,
my heart infected
with perpetual ambivalence,
my head, the walls
of an eternal war over
well-worn, broken ground,
feet bound, mind locked
on nothing.
I’m going nowhere.
One soul,
mind wrapped,
indivisible?
Does not seem so.
At least not
from where I manage
to stand.
Broken, severed
in some way for one
reason or another,
thoughts obscured by emotions
alive in me, chased by starving
questions, left spinning
in the cyclone,
fingers itching for something
in empty space.
No sane trauma to blame.
Origins of dichotomy
locked up inside me.
No scars, bruised skin,
they just dwell deep
in the marrow,
infecting everything,
Threaded the eye,
failed to cast
it far enough across the abyss
to mend the stitch,
so here I stand
just shy of falling,
division lost to reason.