I am home to a hope bold and beautiful
To hold of a hand exquisite and dazzling
To drape upon my scarred skin
Threads of silver and silk
I am home to a dream transcendental
To find self embrace and embellish
These barren lands with flowers and wind
To see prosperity with clarity within me
I am home to a heart that beats without remorse
Once a vibrant centre to my psychological ecology
Now pickled meat, cured of connectivity
I am out of touch with this reality
Cognition of my cognitive inabilities
I am a storm of apprehension
I see so many different paths
These decisions, I hold, I am without a trace
These reins have become my shackles
Into a murky darkness I have ventured
I long for a seer to see my soul away from here
I long for a warm invitation to a campfire of hope
Because hopelessness is a medicine that cures it all
But the medicine is a bitter poison all the same