Pain Body

Alone again. Chaotic thoughts. Depression. Some humor. Self-loathing. Societal critic.

Articulation in parcels as a test. Failure. Misunderstood. Sad.

Spring Break. Nowhere to go. Home not an option. Money was tight.

Campus had emptied. Literally. Ghost town.

The roommate left a gift. Aged  foil packet in my dresser drawer. Endless creases.

Mushrooms. No morels. No truffles. Would have not known differences. Foreign.

Mixed with peanut butter on a stale saltine. Tasted awful.

Delayed reaction. … Blastoff. Mind was racing. Heart too.

New world of discovery. Much to learn. And digest. Cranial encyclopedia had availed.

Knowledge was streaming. Constant. Overwhelming. Not encouraging.

Confirmation of status. Place. Role. Difference.

Mediocrity came with no rewards. But prevalent. Chosen path?

Solution seemed clear. An answer had arrived. A path to escape.

Shaman shared the light. One of darkness. A final cleansing of pain.

Much confusion. More sadness. A measured internal discussion of value.

Multiple perspectives.

Yet still one voice. However cluttered and divided.

Pain body lost that day.

I had to smile.

Win.