survive

the only way out it’s true, is through
it is gripping the shadow self in
dark greasy handfuls, finding any bits
of light and poetry,
finding redemption in loss
forgiveness in disgust
pouring it through a sieve of memory
sifting out the angry pain
pouring the viscous tawdry terror
into glittering glistening puddles
then lighting it on fire, burning it out
to ash
Play all the collected bits in a chaos theory
game of how much can i take
before breaking,
recreating,
It is offense strategy,
attack to defend,
rend to repair the unrepairable,
the only choice is to go forwards
walk towards fear, towards doubt,
towards the shame that lends it’s
greedy hand to all that was,
Let every strike count, every
memory shred through more skin,
let it all fall,
through shredded skin and splinters
you will find what you are looking for
you will create what matters
to live, not to survive