How Déjà Vu Caught Déjà Vu and Derailed My Memoir...

Been here before

but hate it no less,

for it hurts as it draws

through blood and brokenness,

plus a litany of hellstones

that didn’t

survive my memoir draft.

Morose moments

turned marathon derby

of every bend in brain where I deluded myself

that a few penned lines

might make for engaging prose,

or

by some wild stretch of grammar

the odd life experience

might cross over threshold

of

less interest

to

more potential for intrigue

once elementals coalesced,

once intentions became clear,

once successive chapters signposted a heretic

not a heroine.

But I’ve been in this thought-place before

that…

…aren’t they the same thing

to bring a much-needed

atypical template to a life?

Such supreme antithesis of the incomprehensible

without her/him/you in it...innit?

But hey,

been here before…

Thank you kindly for reading my ramblings!

Now I wanna do some abstract drawings and get frustrated if they're not 'perfection' in like, an hour...

OMG, you too???

*What happens when you do the 'weird write'*