You think you know it
Could recognize it outside your window at night
See it for what it is
For how it’s presented itself to you
and it has
It has over and over and over, you fucking idiot
But you’re wrong
Oh and you find out
You find out just how wrong
When it just won’t quit
When you realize, Dear God, I’ve never been here before
Dear God, it’s never been like this
But what’s happening? Each new heartbreak
Is it actually new? A manifestation.
A new miraculous devastation?
Or is it just digging down deeper into the previous fissure?
Could it be rivulets?
Beautiful water trickling?
Meandering through your topography?
Tracing your essence and your hope?
Or is it acid?
Corroding, deadening, peeling away at an immovable yet ever expanding groove?
Your pain knows no bounds
Not where one stops and the next starts
Not where one therapy session addresses one issue and the next starts
Solving and evolving
And never ever all of them at once
What a revelation that would be!
Oh to have just one
Solved
Everyday
Effie Graves 