worry

I wake
in the middle of the night
with to do lists
all ready half grown
in my unconscious state..
like those things
growing on potatoes
that have sat
in the cupboard too long.

Questions needing answers
tangled in my head;
monkeys in a barrel,
I lift the lid to take out
just one
to wrestle with
and they all come
in a big knot of furry,
screaming mischief
and lodge in the pit of my stomach.

Staying the course was tough
but this venturing into uncharted
territory wakes all the sleeping
beasts

the mirror

a flash
of me
caught
in the corner
of my i

the mirror
diverts,
seizing
my i
in a
reflective
trap.

suddenly
there is
no more we
enraptured
by music,
only
the scrutiny
of i
whispering
insidious
slander.

gods, lovers
despise
a divided heart,
the i
triumphant
over
we.

that egoist
i
forcing them
to witness
destruction
at their expense.

blindly
i turn,
choose we,
let him
carry me
forgive me

i abandon
i,
let music
and mercy
resurrect
we,

the i
humbled
to accept
we
as grace
enough.