every channel click
holds a station running identical
epics of mother and daughter,
I push and place my entire
weight to subdue rising nightmares,
cold water rushes my hands,
from the bathroom sink,
tossed to dull the redness,
built up in my eyes,
dark memories reflect
in the medicine cabinet mirror,
knelt at the rail
gave it all and left it there,
in the minds eye
it turns surreal,
a freeing burning pile of mahogany,
unpermeable to water,
leaving faded ashes,
the body presses in,
drawing an unknown
look from deep within
the glazed hazel eyes,
unable to change another channel,
the car becomes the alternate,
stopped at an intersection,
unable to decipher the road signs,
vehicles beep in rage,
stuck and frustrated,
by my unknowingness to decide,
I coast on the burm,
broken down on an unfamiliar
yet ironically known road,
the soul rears against
the body and minds stubbornness,
bringing The Great Flood waters,
past the surmounting dam,
