One morning I woke up to find that I was Gone.
Away from myself
And the aching pattern of trying to be Content with this mere state of being.
I arrived miles away, across from myself. Unable to see the shell that I had left on my Bed in room 100D.
I had been delirious from the maddening Monotony of work without pace. Selflessness had not one thing left to spare.
Life reduced to sessions and meetings and Hours without space for me to be seen. Unable to fit-In the nonexistent gaps of essential work.
I had become nonessential to self without a Word.
My body is broken, she refused to let me stay, Bound to a self twice betrayed.
A husk, I sensed myself slowly starting to Wither away.
I had to find a way back home.
I returned to my heart, the poetic craft, and Poured my misgivings empty on to pages, They threw themselves on the wind to find me.
Faced with my own tearful ballad,
I welcomed me back home.
