disconnect

I have
nothing to say,
and plenty of time
to say it.

I want to be whole
again. As if
a broken man
was not natural.

What points I had, I
can’t recall.
There were reasons, excuses, facts —
nothing worth saving.

Time to go. I lift myself
off the chair and stand unsteady
before the mirror. I enter it and
find myself stumbling forward.

This rough track
is the only way through. Feel myself
bracing. I am beside myself and
coated in dirt.

The straight way is the only way
to get over the curve of the hill.
I start to climb, the hill keeps growing.
I can’t follow anymore. I will roll myself downhill home.