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Of Me, For You

I’m of a certain age  
and starting to ask  
the harder questions;
an accounting comes due  
- not the accounting, not yet  
but a scorecard, a collection of  
memories, and a tally  
written in pen;  
What the hell have I done  
with all this time?  
 
I am an now an accumulation,  
an amalgam of fury and bliss;  
I’ve never known anything about  
the moderate in-between;  
sometimes I think  
I was sent here  
just to complicate things  
 
I can remember the color of rain  
sliding off the rusted iron rails    
of my elementary school’s steps  
- but not most of my 20’s  
 
it’s a blessing  
to have (mostly) avoided  
vivid recollection of those days,  
the mania-fueled bloodlust  
for every facet of life,  
or the depths of my depression  
that resulted in the death  
of so many good things  
Who am I when I am pulled under?  
 
I’ve drawn a line in the sand -  
it was necessary, to continue;  
I desperately want that life, the one  
where joy seals my wounds shut  
with a single moment added  
to another, until the tides turn    
and where love  
conquers all, after all
Written by LunaGreyhawk
Published | Edited 20th Jan 2023
Author's Note
Written for the Me competition.
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