Reaching Out

I wonder when it is

our natural sense

will reach out,

when no other aspect of our lives

might allow.

 

If in the moment

our greatest fears come to haunt

the shattered Grace

holds the fabric of sanity,

how swift the consequence.

 

Perhaps a glass of scotch

may deaden the pain

slamming my mind against

any suitable recourse

beyond survival.

 

I walked outside of my body,

hoping ne’er to find a return.

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