And so I start sketching ideas and muttering poems

because I'm struggling for a purpose

as if there was a need

but I'm still trying to ease the anxiety inside of me

no answers for what do I do? and what do I choose?

and how do I get across to you

that there's so much more to me

than the scared child you see

the ugly truth

and bitter anger I fostered within

because fear stunted my emotional maturity

and I see the road to recovery

with it's winding blind turns

sharp and blunt, and all the edges

crumble to a place I swear

I'll never fall back to

I see all the places

I don't want to be

but the destination hides

behind the glare of a distant sun

lounging on the horizon

like a bemused cat

waiting

-ERL Poetry ~Elisse Lorenc