Self-Seeking Restoration

Self-Seeking Restoration
By Shaire Blythe

I toss and turn, to blazing beams of what hurts,

fragile skin cannot capture comfort,

with emblazoned doubt, I cannot seek the words.

Firm in the past of trauma,

I never learn.

I open my eyes just to return.

Deep formulas I have to regain, no other way.

I have come to swerve in other lanes,

avoiding the collision course for today.

Once tried, to die, to live again.

Released the steering wheel, shut eyes, said amen.

Selfish hearts knows how to reign forever.

Give in to losses and their rainy weather.

Stress, gets no better, lost the treasure, persona.

Perfect face to hide, delude to be stronger.

Sunrise, depression can't be denied.

Tangled brain remains, I must refrain to take flight.