Grief For Younger Me’s

He calls out my Name From the other room And I assume Anger. Frantic --- tremble --- cold sweat, Teeth clenched, Gut wrenched, Immediately prepared for the anticipated blast of unexpected yet ultimately inevitable attack. I pull back. Remember, That's not my life anymore. My world spins a Moment more Before I take a deep …

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This.

I want To replace my breakdowns With breakthroughs; Emotional moments Of much less frequency And much more decency. Moments which enable, in me, A much kinder sense of peace: A type of serenity Which provides a space for relaxation, Rather than a type of calm Forced on By frantic desperation Or chronic exhaustion. I want …