Maybe if I had new hair cut?
I can’t breath
Something from the pages of a magazine
I can’t sit still
An unexpected transformation
I can’t even feign a smile
Maybe if I had new shoes?
I think I’m really scared
The ones I saw in a window yesterday
I think I’m scared of losing my freedom
Shoes I could never afford
I think I’m scared of the instability
Maybe if I played music really loud?
I need to sit down and hold on to something
With lyrics that you can disappear into
I need this process to get easier
A rhythm that requires dancing
I need to learn to live with the unknown
Maybe if I wore a mask?
I want to be free from my dread of bad news
One that my children play dress up with
I want to be strong without hiding
A mask that will bring back my childhood
I want to be vulnerable with my darkness
Maybe if I just started to drive?
I long to escape constant three month cycles
A road trip without a destination
I long to have control again
Like in the movies I’ll drive off into the sunset
I long for life to be predictable
Maybe if I watched a movie?
I have to constantly manage my expectations
Movies with invincible heroes
I have to hold back my need to dream big
A movie where the impossible happens
I have to know how much time I have left
Maybe if I started an argument?
I live franticly grasping on to my independence
A conflict about nothing and everything
I live unsure and in-between
A place to scapegoat blame
I live trying to being present and in the moment
Maybe if I had three more months without treatment?
I binge to avoid my fears
A life existing in a delicate normality
I binge in escape
A time to focus on living
I binge to be free