The orange leaves say fall
Against the night
The nibbling chill and rain scream October.
My mind, blanketed by that scream,
I was broken 12 hours ago,
And exhaustedly hopeless.
But 12 hours ago,
Is no more,
I slept away 12 hours ago.
And the music woven in the darkness is profound.
My life, the one of the disabled child,
The one of the anorexic,
The one of the survivor and law student,
The one who uses her head to hold open heavy doors
When she needs more hands.
That girl(s) three-quarters blended together again
Gets lost in the sharp tiny spark
Sometimes and loses track of the fire.
At my best I try to live for the script yet written
when I am again mesmerized by the spark
I can step back to remember the fire,
Meant to burn away the circular words
And find the resolution.