Two Sides Of The Same Coin

my heart is a refugee from my own brain,

from the relentless billowing swamp of worry and pain,

of psychosis masquerading as clarity.

The brave thing would be to do it.

a flicker of light bouncing off steel.

Do. It.

O, sweet, swampy, oozy head.

Do you know the heaviness of all you ask me to carry?

It i cannot cleave myself from you

i will be crushed under the weight

O, stoic and unstoppable heart,

do not run from me.

If i cannot lean against you

All is lost