Jarring

It’s such a process

The pull and the need

The depth you can swim

If you learn how to breath

Sooth the tantrum

It’s all you can do

To keep momentum

Trying to find

If time is finite

But grief tows no line

I want to throw it against the rocks

Break it until it’s fixed

A blunt precision instrument

Sharp and unconscious

What do I know about me

What do I know

The reflection is harsh

It’s jarring

the unflattering angles it creates

I’m still the student

of my own mistakes