Things can change in an instant.

The faucet turns on

and runs constant.

Not a dry eye for days.

Can’t see through the

fog and haze.

Around and around

my mind goes,

trying to make sense of it all.

Haywire is the word,

and becoming absurd.

What is the remedy

for all of this calamity?

Run?

or, hide?

Who can I confide?

Keeping this inside

is building up

and is at the boiling point,

it’s ready to explode,

and then turn cold.

Can I fix this?

Nothing can, not even a kiss.

Healing is the thought for now,

will stop and wipe my brow.

Remember to breathe and take things slow,

trying to control the blood flow.

I’m going to concentrate on me for a change,

and do away with the social mange.

I’ve taken the steps to flourish,

and see the ways

that others view me.

I feel that what they will see

is a brand new me.

Someone who finally has a grip,

and someone who is ready

to let-er-rip.