I still can’t seem to get right
I keep on with the furious fight
The breaking of my heart and soul
My mind split like uncared for soil
Waking each morning with hope
Only to have it crushed by the slope
So slippery and cold my thoughts fall
Begging for reprieve for it to stall
The circle of thoughts that are constant
My past is like a disease like a demon
That let’s me feel peace for short breaths
Only to return with great fury and depth
Nuanced drenched my thoughts will race
My actions are slow to keep a fast pace
Once I have shown who I am to the world
I go back to my thoughts and they unfurl
They bring me back to the reality of loss
Of moments taken by the sticky moss
That decays my daily chances of love
Where is my rainbow where is the dove
That will lead me out of this dark circle
And bring me to peace to the sweet temple
The temple of now of Buddha of suffering
Suffering as part of life and learning
Life both happiness and immense pain
If given the chance I would do it again