I’d escape
I would
If you couldn’t follow
If I knew it would
Allow me to achieve peace with my sorrows
If I gained a morsel of time
To grapple with my grief.
To wrestle with my mind.
I don’t think I’ll be a better me
In the future when we meet
Probably, maybe, just a more somber me.
Looking for growth
I see it hanging from a tree
It’s ripe for the taking
But I think … I’ll hang with it.











