Early Morning Thoughts

Feeling
History's long fingers
Waking my tired
Soul.

As
Another night passes
In the wee hours
Of the coming
Morn.

Where
Normal people
Are deep
In REM sleep
But not me.

Sitting
On my bed
At 3 am
Pouring my soul
Into the digital divide.

Seeking
A way to turn
The impossible
Into the possible.

Knowing
Everything is
A high unstable liquid
Totally malleable
To touch.

In taming
A highly creative
And active
Mind.

Where
The past stays
In the past.

Not
Surfacing
In panic attacks
Or in prolonged bouts
Of depression.

Am
So tired
Having to take
A regimen of pills
To be "normal".

Achieving
Short term success
If at all.

As
Each new drug is
More toxic
Than the previous one
To my body.

Where
My one and only
Constant remains
Star Venus and Squeak's
Love and support.

Especially
During the wee hours
Like this.

Author's Note

Originally written August 24, 2012.