Hacks, and jacks, and unclaimed thoughts.
Which one am I?
Hello, Goodbye, miscommunicating altogether.
Don’t even know why.
Highs, lows, the roller coaster of life.
Which ride today?
Younger self, Defensive self, the whole is incomplete.
Which role will I play?
Denial. Avoidance. Therapeutic escapes.
Where shall I go?
Fly the sky, among the clouds so high.
There’s nothing left below.
Written by Gail Brookshire