The mind a chaotic hurricane
This stranger that I see they made.
Unrelenting tears drip from my chin
They wet the shirt I never liked nor wanted to wear.
The hurricane of unwanted memories begins to clear.
Blue sky of change lies within my reflection’s steady hand.
A perfect shiny day
No more Them, no more They.
The freedom to act like me and not be pushed away.
I take from his hand my clear blue day. A gun!
Like Thomas I doubt this could truly be.
Hot steel heavy in trembling hand, what can I see?
My chaotic mind stops and accepts the thought.
Hurricane’s rains fall hard from my face,
The edge of this storm, my blue day, waiting just ahead.
With the pull of the trigger I could be what they never expected.
Me.
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