Better

I wanted it; I really did, but I suppose
Faerie Tales are just that, make-believe.
I didn’t fear it like I fear it now, those
nagging fucking prophesies
telling me to let go
and continue …
Believe.

I’m no better than the next
No better than others
crawling around trying to slap
themselves
Awake ---- nope
I am no better.

I wish I was,
You know, BETTER
and with You,
Together.

Evidently,
I either have a lot of work to do
On myself
Or
I …  am  …  not  …  

Better.