Grief and rage, grief and rage
No longer at anyone, it feels impudent without a target
Cruising aimlessly this shallow breathed anxiety without fear
The fear awoke and when met, left,
I thought in peace, but no, it is not that easy
Slowly growing disease flowers suddenly into anger
Leaving me feeling guilty and miserable in moments
Then peace. When greeted, perhaps not with open arms,
Yet not ignored or suppressed, these feelings shift
And my psychotic experiences evaporate suddenly in
Normalized blood sugar and I can find grace again here.
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