35. Remember (Myshkin, 2020) · sonnet

Attracted and repelled by my own heart, No longer dancing, I just limp or sit. My ghost is circling around a fire pit, Depressed and angry, frozen from the start. There’s fear and guilt, connections ripped apart. I hate this hateful world I’m forced to fit. I’m helpless and unwilling to admit That Light and Dark are One, and Life is Art. I turn and watch this wave, I smell the sea... This moment’s all I have... and all I need? Relaxed and shivering, I start to feel Between the sand and kelp, there’s less of me, Not willful, no more trying to secede, My breathing’s all I am, and all that’s real.