POEM.

       laughed,

smiled,

watched:

          as I wasted

years of this life

         (my precious human life)

    fell backwards down a

dark lit rabbit hole

        (fast, faster, CRASHED)

just to find my mother

dead,

       at the end.    my mind’s

    t i m e

consumed with lies and doubt,

teaching my soul

       life lessons, learning  NOT    to

hold tight to   thorns. 

         ((no matter the beauty))

a mistake made at night,

       only to bring 

light,

back to my home.