I know not of which to prefer
The beauty in not acknowledging
or the ugly that is the inevitable.
The broken-hearted sing a song confusing
to most,
A tug of war over reality and optimism
torture or protection
With each, I am renamed perplexed.  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      .”Take away Take away my stability and I am reckless
Remove my trust and I am a monster;
For a moment, just to be safe
I am your worst nightmare.

We humans
We live in feelings
not breaths, not choices.
We live in moments
Aiming to once again feel
Another minute, another year
Another lifetime.
We humans
We live in hope
Hoping to know the outcome
Of whatever we seek
But we
We cannot re-live memories
For it is too familiar
Like setting fire to remnants
No ash will burn the same as before.