I lost myself in the opening of my soul
and now I have forgotten
what threads hold me together
'lostness' feeds a craving now
slipping down the rabbit hole
a muddy slide
while my psyche holds on
to tearing roots and crumbling hillsides

the mystery of one's darkness
the entire story is here
in these pages;
in the unfolding panic
the swelling fear
while truth holds me
like an eternal friend