In this place in this space I want my mind to behave. I want the ache in my temple to up and go away. I am longing for a touch to ease this hurt away, angry of the betrayal that led your heart astray. And then hit with the truth that your love had gone away, I could think of no other words that I really wanted to say.

In this place in this space waiting for life to begin, the playbacks and the setbacks send me swirling again. A space for my place, and a place in my space, the hole in me apparent no matter which door I go in.

I woke up hungry today, starving for the truth, dashing for the fountain that contains my wasted youth, and I want to grab the broken, and quiet brown girl there, and give her reasons to smile to erase the friend named pain she is destined to meet over and over again.

In this place in this space waiting for life to begin, the playbacks and the setbacks send me swirling again. A space for my place, and a place in my space, the hole in me apparent no matter which door I go in.

I had a little rant today, and in my anger spoke my truth, GOD has taken leave from me because I have chosen to make revenge my greater truth, and the glee of seeing the torture on a lying face, the pleas of mercy sustenance that keep the hate in place. And I fear that I am dominated by my need to control. Control a future that is not mine to mete out justice no matter the agony of their toll.

In this place in this space waiting for life to begin, the playbacks and the setbacks send me swirling again. A space for my place, and a place in my space, the hole in me apparent no matter which door I go in.