I say I am over it
I tell myself I am over it
above it
beyond it
what then to do with the pain in the heart
the darkness around the edges that seeps in like quicksand around that fateful last step
the experts advise not slamming the door but rather taking it out for a walk examining the topography of its colors and shape
I have
gotten over no more to her or him or even mostly
my self
the world through
god
long ago child sibling forging along with me
these then new muck to slog through
not sinking life teaches me this
but slowed down for sure
nearly stopped
but not stuck
yet
he seems a beautiful soul
enough
she has only meant to offer help
love
it is up to me
no no anger at me hold on now
it is up to me
to see again
weary of again
again
new eyesight