I wake in a bad dream.
Thoughts of all
that’s gone awry
flood my mind
to overflow
and
all
I
can do
is clutch
the shards
of wreckage
wrought from
billowing despair
with bleeding hands.
I know what I did to us.
I was like a hamster
running in circles
in a plastic ball
losing air
while
you
were
silently
suffocating
in your own misery.
I unwittingly
slashed holes
through our foundation
in my desperation
to find breathing room
without considering
the weapon
I was wielding
for our salvation.
If I’d been more mindful,
I would’ve reached for a saber.
But unknowingly,
I grabbed a cleaver.
