My fickle resolve

There’s got to be a way

I’ve got to let this go

It’s the overdone plot line

The played to death song

Carving out an air hole

From the fragments of desire

Collage of wasted fantasies

Forever pasting in my mind

The deep yearning swallows me whole

Transform into my own creation

A blending of Frankenstein and his monster

Walking on uneven feet

How do I banish what makes me human?

This inconvenient

All consuming

Mind unraveling

State that pushes the boundaries of sanity

Yet it remains beautiful

Like lightening striking a tree

Destructive, painful, scorching

But it takes away your breath

Paralizing at the sight

Awe-struck and so alive

Banish this?

I have not the power

Though I have strength enough

To not be crushed

To fight when necessary

To flee when needed

To struggle well until the end

And never, ever settle.