October blows in like a wounded animal
screaming profanities of pain and discomfort
and I’m under the covers, a frightened child with my own
wounded psyche lost in the sound of the wind
whispering the Hail Mary, Hail Mary, full of grace
full of grace, Our Father who…full of grace, the Lord is with thee
Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name
hallowed be thy name regardless, regardless of everything
my eyes close controlling my breathing
knowing that is all I seem to have control of these days
deep breath in 1,2,3,4 hold 1,2,3,4,5,6 blow
1,2,3,4 repeat repeat repeat
and the nightmares that dance around me
grow cold and weary of the repetition
on occasion doing a spin off splinter version
of the same old same old
but always uncovering yet another
near broken bend in the paths paused and never taken
when the options appeared more painful
than the visuals of normalcy
and what does one do when from day to day
nothing is a given and taking anything for granted
is a direct line to judgment day and that has never landed in my favor
twisting and turning soul seeking vengeful burn-out that was held
in redemption on the day of my birth

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