And I want not to be
I've spent days pouring myself out
Trapped in my own logic center
Rotating puzzles to see each angle
I want to dig inside of me
And find a piece I can give
But the hummingbird has had her way again
Unable to focus on one blossom
And You've been distant
And I don't know if it was me
Needing to quiet that part of myself?
Sacrificing art for Mathematical precision
If this will happen again
In cycles?
Or if it was You
Giving me room to breathe
A reprieve from my addiction to You?
I still reach
But You are quiet, gentle, and chaste
And my childhood fears return
Were You helping me with the work?
Or reminding me of how much
There is still to do?
40 years of scars remain
No matter how well I unravel the puzzles
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