Head might be a mess.
Could be fear or stress.
No matter the cause I wouldn’t change a thing.
For I prefer to be feeling.
Cutting the flow only nukes my soul into oblivion.
Severed I am barely a being.
Just a form that keeps on floating.
Refusing to stay laid out on the floor.
Stubbornness is how I persevere.
Might be I’m broken.
Could be I’m a psycho.
Rather have hopes than be a gutted human.
Locked in a shadow.
Trapped in a cage I fashioned to be contained.
Sad semblance that isn’t easy.
Never sure if I should stay or go.
Confliction fighting against control.
Building and rebuilding when I need to.
Down but not quite out.
Kicked to within an inch of life.
Still too me to think about throwing in the towel.
Body is battered but won’t fail.
Fragile I fight as if I am invincible.
No matter the cost.
I refuse to be lost.
Even if running in circles is my destiny.
I will continue on my determined way.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 