You can’t just stop there, they say.

Everyone is wanted in some way

I hate screeching at the top edge of my lungs,

When the sound won’t pour over-

And hot summer bleeds into fall

There’s no rest from the effects of time

A vague ache still chains me down,

I sense my demon staring right at me,

But only see what hasn’t been filtered out with denial.

I focus on the malaise brought on by trivial matters:

That is the reason for my hurt; or-

That explains the psyche of my hormonal teen brain.

I'm a zombie at best. Uneducated in matters of the heart.

Waiting and waiting for the magnificent,

To speak awareness and truth, but cradle my abandoned spirit.

I don’t have to be alone,

But moving outward has always meant risk,

A change of scene from the black-and-white it usually is.

I look to familiar people

And to familiar phrases- for comfort in the meantime.

Finally I wake one day

United: mind and one celestial chime

Speak unto the soul as it was meant to be.

It feels good to be free.