Crazy?
I was crazy once.
My body twitched,
And wouldn't stop,
But rocking helped.
Saw the images,
Inside my eyes.
Can't describe them.
No. Won't.
Did my time,
In a place without shoelaces.
But for me,
There is no
Better living through chemistry.
I conquered these demons myself,
And am ever on the alert
For their return.
That time is still raw in my brain,
Though years have passed between,
Can't fix upon upon it
Without little tremors.
But I made me okay.
I fixed this myself.
And I will not be considered
Weak or piteous or at fault
For being overwhelmed.
Even the greatest warrior
Can fall in an ambush.














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"A poet is someone who is astonished by everything."
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Meanwhile I talk to myself, as one who has plenty of time. No one tells me anything new; so I tell myself to myself.
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Guess my life is a compromise.
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
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