I remember me
But what is it that I recall
There are moments of sanity
At least familiarity
But they soon dissolve into
A whirling mass of feeling, thought, and images
At least I am writing
Maybe that is something
I feel the anger
It provides structure
That passes for sanity
At least I can push back now.
I am changing
I think I would have been better off had I allowed some of my anger to leak out when I first started spelunking. Even now I sense that sometimes. You have a strong survival instinct. And you’re very courageous for the way you are attacking the demons of your inner world. This one is really good, too. It feels as if more clarity is floating to the surface. Is it?
more than something…. you can push on now and keep going.
thank you