Deep currents
I’m not tired but I should sleep.
I know what to do but I’m confused.
I’m not thirsty but I drink the water.
What’s pulling on my being?
An issue wasn’t settled
A demon wasn’t laid to rest
Something is creeping
Something is waiting
There is a persistence in this beast
It will grow as it waits
And strengthen as it feeds
On my sense of security and the illusion my choice was right
Nothing is missing
But something is mis-shapen
Molded over the wrong last
Twisted from the outset
I will straighten the form and in doing so, know more deeply what life is.