Fixing A Broken Mirror II

Every room has its elephant

This one- It hangs on the wall in front of me

Yet still I persist, in ignorance

But not completely clueless to the circuit I continue

I can only hit snooze so many times-

And I am soon to find out just how many

At its deadline time will demand what is due-

And that time is now

So I'm here

At the bridge I said I would cross when I arrived

Standing here

Staring

And nothing else

Out of breath-

I've ran into the very thing I was running away from

Again

I've come full circle, having completed another lap

Will I go around again?

Or will I finally face the music?

Of this song I hate

The music of fate-

I turn the page and turn away

If it's out of sight it's out of mind right?

Wrong-

A new coat of paint won't make any stain go away

And I can't right every wrong- So I write this song

The caged bird sings

Giving persona to poetry plays as emotional morphine

What warrants why I write about the very thing I'm running from

Atychiphobia and paranoia are reasons some

Why exist the desire to find dopamine to distract me from-

The numbness I feel in my face when I stand in the face of all that I can't stand

The glass mirror speaks, straight to my soul

And repeats to me, all I've already been shown

A broken mirror shows I've reaped what I've sown

To fix what is in front of me-

All I need resides within exactly what's in front of me

A break in the routine can only carry a creature of habit such a distance

But with the very first step, it's seen

The caged bird's key becomes present in this very instance

A change in words creates a difference in worlds-

The caged bird is free-

A sentence ended with a sentence

The glass mirror weaps, joyous water leaks

Change is coming, and the elephant is leaving